In the pitch-black veil of night, all was silent—was that a figure there?
Yet Ye Xunhuan remained stationary, his gaze as cold as a sword, slowly sweeping around him.
The next moment, Ye Xunhuan produced a cigarette, lit it for himself, and took a gentle drag, "Do I need to invite you out?"
As soon as the words fell, the very cigarette Ye Xunhuan had just lit and taken a puff from was flicked away by him!
"Whoosh!"
The cigarette, like a spark, rapidly headed towards a large tree thirty degrees to the left behind Ye Xunhuan.
Just as the cigarette neared the tree, a shadow suddenly appeared out of nowhere, ghostly in nature, and then the shadow's right hand sprung open, deflecting the cigarette Ye Xunhuan had flicked to the side!
Any ordinary person witnessing this would certainly think they had encountered a ghost and flee in panic.
