Several hours later.
At the riverside border of the Huo Ning Empire, above the cliff.
In the dim light of night, shrouded in thin mist, where even the moonlight was intermittently obscured by mist, Lichtenstein Castle appeared even more eerie and unpredictable.
Approaching midnight.
A figure shot across the night sky, causing a strong wind and howling noise in the forest's air, accompanied by falling leaves and chilling cold.
The figure's flying speed was swift, with the stars in the night sky appearing as streaks of light before his eyes.
He slightly lowered his eyelids, the cliff, the broken bridge, and the castle rapidly approaching in his line of sight.
Subsequently, he slowed down as if about to reach his destination.
Under the moonlight, the figure halfway in the air was becoming clearer. He was handsome, his sculpture-like physique outlined elegance and power in perfect combination. Among the Blood Clan, he would undoubtedly be considered an extraordinary fighter.
