He Qiang's face went blank.
Someone?
How had he not noticed?
Just then, a shadow noiselessly appeared outside the window.
It was like a demon emerging from the darkness.
It was chilling to the bone.
Under the hazy moonlight, He Qiang could see the man's appearance clearly.
His skin was dark, and his features were plain—the kind you could easily lose in a crowd without a second glance.
But now, he exuded a chilling aura.
This aura pressed directly towards Zhou Yu and He Qiang.
Although He Qiang was a master of the great Innate realm, facing this terrifying oppressive aura, he actually trembled.
The shadow spoke indifferently.
"I'm somewhat surprised that you could detect me."
Zhou Yu squinted his eyes.
"Who are you?"
"You don't need to know that. Today, I am here for He Qiang. It concerns no one else; leave now, and I'll spare your life."
After speaking, he looked coldly at He Qiang.
"The fate of those who betray Master Jie is the same, and that is death."
