The night was getting deeper.
Qin Hai had stayed in, sitting cross-legged on the bed, cultivating.
Ever since he unexpectedly received three broken bones that mysteriously disappeared afterwards, he had been hearing chanting sounds like thunder during cultivation—but only he could hear them, no one else could.
And each time he finished cultivating, his body would be covered in many brown oily stains, and the speed of his True Yuan growth had become much faster than before.
Had anyone been able to see Qin Hai at that moment, they would have noticed that he looked majestic, with a glowing luminescence between his brows as if there was a bright lamp shining there.
Suddenly, Qin Hai opened his eyes, deciding to end tonight's cultivation session early.
Someone was moving in the room, their steps light, almost cat-like in their deftness, yet they could not escape Qin Hai's perception.
Who could it be?
