These past few days, visitors had been endless.
Lin Changheng mostly received guests at home, but once evening fell, he was generally left undisturbed.
The Cultivators naturally understood this bit of etiquette.
Meanwhile, Lin Changheng remained intensely curious about the identity and motives of his neighbor, Cui Jianshui, so he often let his Divine Sense drift outside.
And he actually discovered something.
Occasionally, long after midnight, a black-clad, masked Male Cultivator would slip into Cui Jianshui's Qingyin Cloud Residence. He moved like a blurry shadow, silent and traceless, as if using some sort of Invisibility Skill.
What's more, he opened the Restriction and entered the residence on his own.
This suggested their relationship was anything but ordinary.
To be trusted this completely, there was a good chance they were dao companions.
