"Who?"
Xu Jin shouted a question but received no response.
After confirming his ears hadn't deceived him, Xu Jin stepped outside and searched the area carefully.
No one.
Around the dorm, there wasn't a soul in sight.
Thinking it over, Xu Jin went back inside and took a package, and as he checked it, he quietly sprinkled lime powder under the windows and doors.
Ever since the day he had killed Deng Hu and his men, Xu Jin suddenly realized that lime was a useful thing.
It was a divine artifact that could turn the tables at a critical moment.
So, he bought a few more packets to keep on hand.
Now whenever Xu Jin left the Taoist Institute, he always carried a packet for emergencies.
"Wow, addicted to using lime, huh. But against foes who haven't mastered Star Casting, lime often works—I used it back in the day too."
The whisper rang in his ear again, making Xu Jin's hair stand on end. He leapt from his bed and burst out the door.
Outside, there was no one.
