The passage was pitch-black.
Liang Qu activated his Golden Eyes, and saw kerosene lamps hanging on the walls.
He took the fire striker passed to him by Ke Wenbin, opened the cap, and blew off the sparks.
The sparks fell onto the oil surface, igniting a flame.
Ke Wenbin, witnessing Liang Qu move with ease in the darkness without any impediment, clicked his tongue in amazement.
"How many Dharma Points have you actually cultivated, lad? It seems like you know how to do everything."
Nighttime, houses, and tunnels, the three-fold diminishment of light, left not a glimmer, and even for him, seeing in this place was somewhat difficult.
Adding to that the Dispelling Evil Skill, and those strange hearing abilities, none of these cultivation techniques were easy to master.
Yet all were concentrated on the not-yet adult Liang Qu; had it been a middle-aged man, he wouldn't be so astonished.
"I'm endowed with unique gifts," Liang Qu said.
