Ever since many people in the Imperial Capital's Inner City came to recognize Yin Tian, life had become much easier for him, and not a single person troubled him all day long.
Night fell.
Su Qinwei and the other girls had already returned to their rooms to prepare for bed.
Yin Tian was still seated on the sofa, meditating.
It was at this moment that Yin Tian's brow furrowed suddenly.
He opened his eyes, stood up without a word, and walked out of the villa.
Soon, he was outside the villa.
"Who goes there? Since you've come this far, why bother hiding?"
Yin Tian spoke indifferently.
Whoosh...
A gust of wind arose.
In the darkness, a figure stepped forward.
The person wasn't tall, dressed in black nightwear with a black cloth covering the face, making it impossible to discern any features.
Yin Tian peered intently at the newcomer, uncertain of the individual's identity.
He'd been meditating inside the house when he suddenly sensed an aura of murderous intent.
