"Thump, thump!"
The knocking sounded again, exactly the same rhythm as before, with even the intervals matching to the fraction of a second.
It was hard to imagine a person controlling a rhythm with such precision.
Was it Aunt? Zhang Yuanqing's head felt like it was splitting apart, his mind muddled and hazy. Just as he was about to get out of bed and open the door, he froze the instant he lifted the covers.
He suddenly realized something.
There had been no footsteps outside the door.
That was right—no footsteps. Before the knocking began, he had not heard a single sound. For a Level 2 Night Wanderer, at such close range, even if the bedroom door provided slight soundproofing, it could not have completely blocked his hearing.
Not an ordinary person!!
Zhang Yuanqing raised a hand and pressed it against his throbbing head as he thought:
Someone found out my real identity and tracked me down? Dark Night Rose, Black Impermanence's people, or the Taiyi Sect?
At that moment, his entire body tensed, adrenaline flooding through him and briefly suppressing the headache.
No matter which faction it is, breaking into my home at this hour means they're here with ill intent. I can't fight them here—it could drag Aunt and the others into it. I need to lure them outside somehow.
Just then, the knocking stopped. Then Zhang Yuanqing saw the doorknob slowly begin to turn.
"Click."
Amid the faint sound of the latch springing open, the bedroom door creaked open a crack. Beyond it lay dense, pitch-black darkness.
Zhang Yuanqing stared fixedly at the open gap, every muscle in his body taut. He still could not sense the enemy's aura, and cold sweat seeped down his back.
"Smack!" Suddenly, a pitch-black hand reached through the gap, gripped the