One certain night.
Ye Yang was engrossed in his cultivation when he felt a presence entering the vicinity of his room.
He pretended to be deeply immersed in his cultivation process while he waited for the intruder to reveal themselves.
He feigned deeper concentration, his mind alert, every sense heightened.
The intruder, incredibly skilled, had bypassed the level 5 concealment array surrounding his room with an almost effortless grace.
Ye Yang was no stranger to danger, but this presence… it radiated an aura of death, cold and calculating.
The shadow materialized within the room, its form indistinct, like smoke coalescing into a menacing figure.
The assassin, known as Killer Dragon, moved with the grace of a panther, his eyes, like twin embers, scanning the room, lingering on Ye Yang.
For several long moments, Killer Dragon observed the young man.
