Chen Lingxi made up his mind without the slightest hesitation.
He immediately circulated the Concealed Edge Method at full force, wrapping the strand of azure qi in his dantian tightly away. He also suppressed the faint silvery glow deep within his bones, even deliberately slowing and lightening the breath that passed through his pores.
His entire body became like an unyielding stone, without the slightest flaw.
Then he rose to his feet and rummaged through his storage pouch for a set of black robes.
The robes were pitch-black, nearly melding into the night once worn.
He then took out a half-mask. It had a green face and savage fangs, a ferocious ghostly visage that revealed only his mouth and jaw.
He had gradually prepared these two items whenever he left the prefectural residence after obtaining his storage pouch, just in case.
He changed into the robes and fastened the mask, and his aura abruptly transformed.
Dressed entirely in black, with half a ghostly face gleaming in an eerie cold green beneath the candlelight, he revealed only his eyes and mouth.
The Gold-Slaughtering Saber hung at his waist, its sheath dark and unadorned. Standing in the shadows, he was like a sharp blade yet to leave its sheath, its chill contained, but unable to conceal its piercing edge.
The night wind poured in from beyond the corridor, carrying the fading fragrance of late-blooming flowers in the garden.
He stepped out of the courtyard gate, passed through the moon gate of the West Courtyard, and followed the covered walkway north.
His footsteps were exceedingly light, making only the faintest rustling sound against the bluestone ground, like a civet cat moving through the night.
The Concealed Edge Method circulated within him, suppressing his aura, body heat, and heartbeat beyond ordinary perception. Mixed with