Time flew by in the blink of an eye. Wen Qingye had spent the last two days cultivating frantically. His cultivation was improving rapidly, but he was still just a sliver away from breaking through.
The night was as cool and still as water. A waning moon hung high in the sky, dotted with a smattering of stars.
All of Qiyang City was under curfew. The pitch-black roads were illuminated only by the moon, silent and utterly deserted.
SWOOSH!
A figure vanished from the inn, speeding toward the Divine Wind Auction House.
Wen Qingye intended to scout the area first. With so many experts expected at the auction tomorrow, he needed to plan an escape route. His plan was to infiltrate the Divine Wind Auction House by night and survey the grounds.
The only sound was the faint barking of distant dogs in the quiet night. Before long, Wen Qingye reached the edge of the Divine Wind Auction House grounds.
