The night is silent, tonight in Shenchuan City, everything seems peaceful and serene. However, this tranquility is only surface-level; beneath it lies endless killing intent.
In an estate in the North Suburb of Shenchuan City, a sudden cracking sound came from the hall, as if some glassware had fallen to the ground and shattered.
A middle-aged man was walking from outside. Hearing this sound, his expression changed slightly. Nevertheless, he took a deep breath and walked directly to the door, gently knocking on it.
"Who is it!" An angry and slightly impatient voice came from inside. If Ye Qing were here to hear, he would surely recognize it as the Young Master of Sword Saint Sect's voice.
