Rumble~
A downpour swept across the land, thunder rolling in waves.
The night grew darker and more turbulent.
After the second batch of patrolling guards had moved farther away,
Wu Dao, having reined in his aura, manipulated the microscopic tissues of his body to alter his appearance. He became a wisp of shadow in the dark, rainy night and slipped silently into the manor.
Tyrant Whale Fist, Subtle Mastery, Thunder Listening.
Even amid the clamor and tumult, Wu Dao could clearly sense and distinguish every tiny detail in advance.
He pressed onward, his senses fully open.
Without attracting anyone's attention, he silently made his way toward the winery at the heart of the manor.
Elder Qin was an inveterate drinker.
Every night before bed, no matter how momentous the events of the day had been, nothing could stop him from getting thoroughly drunk in the winery. He was probably drinking already.
"Wu Dao... Wu Dao... I'll kill you... I'll kill you!"
As he passed a courtyard,
Wu Dao's senses suddenly picked up a faint curse, venomous to the extreme. He focused his attention and "looked." Wu Dao grinned.
So it was that little wolf cub, Qin Nanchun.
He had no idea what means Elder Qin had used to save him.
Qin Nanchun had recovered enough to look normal, but his face was pale as paper. With his dantian shattered, he was so feeble it seemed a gust of wind could knock him over.
At that moment, he lay on the bed, writhing like a maggot, raging helplessly and cursing Wu Dao nonstop, as if he wanted to devour him.
Wu Dao gave a scornful laugh and was about to leave.
Then he suddenly remembered some tales he had read in his previous life about useless nobodies rising to greatness. His