The battered old wooden door burst into fragments under Shen Qing's kick.
Shen Qing, wielding his dagger, strode into the unassuming home.
Inside the house, on a bed where light and shadows intertwined, lay an unusually large black cat, its fur as dark as the night, lazily curled up on an ancient wooden bed.
This black cat was as large as an adult wolfhound, its body shrouded in an indescribably thick demon energy, almost substantial.
Shen Qing noticed that the visible footprints in his sight abruptly ended on this demonic creature's body.
It was undoubtedly the demon that had killed Xi Shaoqin.
"Finally, I've found you."
Ji Youwu, following behind Shen Qing, turned pale at the sight.
He glanced at the demon on the bed, then at Shen Qing, his mind buzzing, tangled in chaos.
He couldn't comprehend how Shen Qing had managed to track down the demon's whereabouts during his search.
