The Dream Master's Advanced Technique
The church in the western district stood majestic and quiet beneath the night sky.
Since he was still using the wing template from Angel Dungeon, his gliding wasn't particularly effective.
In the end, Fu Qian came down in a way only slightly different from free fall, landing with effortless flair.
Yet even this far-from-subtle entrance drew no attention.
It was no surprise. It was only a matter of time before people discovered that the Tall Hat Elder had suffered a devastating blow at his hands.
Quite a few of the Order's saints were probably searching every inch of the Interlaced Realm the vampires had set up.
After landing, Fu Qian wasted no time. He snapped his fingers, activating Blood Conquest, and when he appeared again, he was in the field of vision of a couple cuddling together.
They even looked vaguely familiar. They'd been here yesterday, too.
The young really were full of energy. Whether or not it was actually night, as soon as visibility dropped, they showed up right on schedule.
Amid his admiration, Fu Qian leaped again.
And just like yesterday, the couple didn't realize what they'd seen until long after he was gone.
As expected, security wasn't very tight.
His night shift was at the art gallery where he currently worked.
Just as he'd guessed, the building was completely sealed off, with not a single light showing. Only a handful of people were assigned to watch its perimeter.
It didn't even look like they had a saint stationed there.
As a result, twenty seconds later, Fu Qian had already reached a familiar corner.
Good. It was still here.
Gazing at his masterpiece, Fu Qian took a couple of steps forward and stopped in the same pose he'd struck the first time