Zhang Da Shan's home.
Above the roof.
An unusual gloom condensed out of thin air, and a figure silently appeared within it.
Cheng Han had arrived.
This was—Netherlight Leap.
Netherlight was light of utmost darkness. In the transcendental realm, "darkness" was not merely a visual effect; it also carried the meaning of "obscurity." Thus, the Transcendental Fluctuation produced by Netherlight Leap was significantly weaker than that of Leap of Radiance.
According to his Deduction, given Cheng Han's current strength, as long as he was more than one hundred and fifty meters away, even a Mystic Adept would find it difficult to detect him.
Of course.
Everything had its pros and cons.
Under identical conditions—that was, when the external light and netherlight intensity were equal—the maximum range of Netherlight Leap was fully half that of Leap of Radiance.
Cheng Han stood quietly on the roof, listening to the conversation below.
"Tom... tomorrow, let's pack up, and the day after tomorrow, our whole family will quietly lea... leave Qinglin City, all right?"
"Why? Haven't we got money now?"
"Do... do you think this is over just because I paid them? Xu Datou will definitely keep extorting us until he squeezes the very... very last copper coin out of our family."
"Why are those people so awful?"
"Ah! They're... they're jackals that devour people without even spitting out the bones. I heard they've got some powerful back... backing too. What can ordinary peo... people do against them?"
Hidden within the netherlight, Cheng Han raised an eyebrow.
The Dark Fist Gang's behavior was hardly surprising.
That scum having connections was also within expectations.
In an extremely low voice, Cheng Han murmured, "In that case, I need to find a 'knife'... Hmm, and I can conduct a little experiment while I'm at it."
A thought