The night was moonless and the wind was high. Thick clouds churned like a roiling sea, as if a great downpour was imminent. Even the wind seemed to carry the scent of rain.
On a night like this, even the Demon Beasts of the wilderness had retreated to their dens.
Standing on the eagle's back, listening to the howling night wind, Chen Che gazed out over the wilderness. It was pitch black, but in his sea of consciousness, the Divine Sense Mark he had left behind burned as bright as a torch. He could easily pinpoint Ye Zhihan's exact location.
'Major Sect Disciples!'
Chen Che chuckled softly. Just as ordinary Cultivators viewed mortals as ants, in the eyes of Major Sect Disciples, common Loose Cultivators were no different.
SWOOSH!
Suddenly, Chen Che glanced down and spotted a dark figure speeding through the forest below.
'A dark and stormy night really is the perfect time for a killing. I wonder who else is out on business?'
