Outside a 24-hour convenience store.
Kou Beiyue squatted on the curb, cradling a bowl of pickled cabbage instant noodles as he noisily slurped them down.
His unfocused gaze fixed on some distant point as he sank into thought.
I've already figured out where he works, but it's full of official Walkers. I might not even win in a one-on-one fight. And if I kill someone in the office area, innocent people could get caught up in it. Master Wuhen would never allow that.
It'd be best if I could find out which residential complex he lives in and sneak over at night. But I'm not good at tailing people—I'd be spotted too easily.
Based on his habits, he'll be hitting a nightclub with his colleagues tonight. That's my chance.
Kou Beiyue's eyes gradually turned fierce. Just then, he heard an amused voice from beside him:
"A Bewitching Demon in the Transcendence Realm—your foundation isn't bad. Kid, are you an independent cultivator, or do you belong to some organization?"
The hairs on Kou Beiyue's back stood on end. Still crouching, he sprang two meters into the air from where he stood, flinging the instant noodles in his hand toward the source of the voice.
Only after carrying out that series of instinctive actions did he turn to look, clearly seeing the speaker. It was a young man wearing a sports headband, sunny and handsome—the athletic type of good-looking guy.
The scalding soup and noodles splashed toward the young man, but before they could touch him, they slid down along an invisible wall of air.
At the same time, Kou Beiyue's body stiffened. His limbs spasmed as he stood rooted in place, unable to make another move.
Invisible chains had bound him.
The young man with the sports headband smiled. "I'm not