The Gruegloom cultivator’s eyes went wide as he slipped away into death.

Moments later, in the Bai Clan’s district of the city, seven or eight vagrants huddled in a narrow alley. One of them, a gaunt young man with scars crisscrossing his body, suddenly opened his eyes. Out of instinct, his hands shot to his neck. Eyes shining with terror, he looked around, then relaxed and forced himself to steady his breathing. That said, the alarm within his heart was not something he could dispel easily.

What’s going on? That man just now....

This young man was none other than the Gruegloom cultivator. The fact that Xu Qing figured out his first identity wasn’t very surprising. But he had felt very confident about his second identity in the Zhou Clan. Only someone deeply connected with that clan should have been able to reach him, or even identify him.

He had already come up with a new escape plan that would let him turn the tables on the person hunting him, and show them the true terrifying nature of Grueglooms....