As far as the eye could see, the sky was nothing but monotonous blue, setting off the slightly dim sunlight. This kind of weather was perfect for going out—not too cold, not too hot, and wonderfully refreshing...
The sky was quiet, the city noisy. A figure who was neither eye-catching nor overly ordinary slowly walked down the street from the city gate. He was not moving quickly; he was even a little slower than an ordinary person. Thus, none of the pedestrians around him knew that someone of considerable standing had slipped into their midst...
The figure tilted his head up slightly, exposing an ordinary young face to the air—not handsome, not ugly. As he walked, his gaze wandered around as though he were admiring the scenery. In truth, his attention had not rested on his surroundings for even a moment. Instead, he was focused on his own body... Frowning, Wu Yan swept his eyes across the buildings and muttered helplessly, "Where the hell is that thing? Is it really in this city? If it is, could it at least show itself...?"
"When my blood was rioting before, it felt unbearably uncomfortable. Now that it's calmed down, I'm still left helpless. Why did I have to run into something this frustrating...?"
His shoulders slumped. Wu Yan looked around once more, but after sensing no reaction from his Progenitor Blood, he could not help growing despondent.
"How much longer do I have to keep this up...?"
Letting out a soft breath, Wu Yan could only pull himself together and continue forward. Otherwise, if he gave up now, not only would he be unwilling to accept it, but the strange feeling he had sensed from that Black Light also left him deeply uneasy...
Wu Yan did not know whether he should have