As time passed, the rain fell harder. The howl of the wind sounded like weeping as it swept through the capital city of Seven Blood Eyes. In every street and alley, it met the embrace of the rain. And eventually it landed on Plankspring Way, and Xu Qing. It hit the surrounding roof tiles in a staccato patter, while the wind caused Xu Qing’s robes to flap.

However, as he stood beneath the eaves of the building, he didn’t seem to even notice the wind. He was a part of the shadows, like a skilled hunter, completely unmoving as he stared coldly across the street. He was patient, his breath rate low as he waited.

Two hours passed.

Lights in the houses throughout the city were slowly extinguished, until the city was pitch black and silent but for the sound of the storm. That was when a shadowy figure stuck its head out of the inn. It was a middle-aged cultivator in a long red robe. He was clearly well-built, with broad shoulders and an intimidating presence. He was none other than Master Greencloud. His spirit power fluctuations were extraordinary, like those of the ninth level of Qi Condensation. He was very strong.

However, that level of strength would only be impressive in a small sect or organization. This was Seven Blood Eyes territory. Disciples here had unique techniques that gave them an unusually strong foundation....