The Vanished Night Raider

Xu Xiaoshou's Innate cultivation truly gave him extraordinary cover at this moment.

In the eyes of the top-tier elites, they simply would not pay attention to anyone below Master level.

Would anyone believe that this explosion had been caused by a mere Innate?

No one would!

Yet in the eyes of those at the bottom of the food chain, Innates were already quite formidable.

In Zhang Residence, people like this were generally the ones directing the servants, or figures akin to minor stewards.

Petty rules could hardly restrain them.

For example, the gatekeeper Xu Xiaoshou was currently playing.

This was a gatekeeper who looked somewhat flustered, his face marked by wounds left behind by the blast, as well as black grime—mostly black grime...

The filth concealed his features remarkably well.

And amid the tense atmosphere of everyone frantically fighting the fire, no one would deliberately pay attention to such an ordinary little gatekeeper.

"Quick, hurry toward the East Courtyard district! Go put out the fire! They don't have enough hands over there!"

Xu Xiaoshou slapped the backside of a passing servant and anxiously issued his orders.

This was already the sixteenth backside he had slapped.

There were fewer and fewer people on this road leading who knew where, but the servants' average strength had nearly risen from the fourth or fifth realm of Spirit Refining to the eighth or ninth realm.

Things ahead probably won't be simple!

Xu Xiaoshou silently mused.

For Zhang Residence, Spirit Refiners were not exactly everywhere one looked.

Among the lower ranks, there were plenty at the first or second realm of Spirit Refining.

But those at the peak of the Acquired realm could already be considered above the common crowd in Zhang Residence.

"East Courtyard district?"

A suspicious voice rang out.

The final fellow whose