Bai Ye suddenly felt that he needed to learn [Aura Isolation]. What if he traveled through time again and ran into those people who had learned Blood Qi Martial Arts from him back then? What if they saw through him?
As the inventor of [Aura Isolation], not knowing [Aura Isolation] himself would be far too embarrassing.
"Xiao Tong, what is your [Aura Isolation] like?"
He planned to continue learning from An Xiaotong.
To his surprise, An Xiaotong said, "I haven't mastered [Aura Isolation] yet. Only after completely mastering Blood Qi Martial Arts is it possible to create [Aura Isolation], and even then, it's only possible.
Comprehension, talent, and luck are all indispensable."
This was bad.
Bai Ye felt that he might never have any hope of learning [Aura Isolation] in this life. He could only be considered proficient in Blood Qi Martial Arts; he was still far from fully mastering it. He had not even learned [Concealment].
Even the genius girl An Xiaotong did not know [Aura Isolation]. That showed just how difficult it was.
Night fell like velvet soaked in ink, gradually smothering Dawn City's clamor into silence.
Streetlamps cast dim yellow light across the asphalt, yet they could not pierce the thick darkness at the street corners—a black-clad figure emerged from the shadows and glided across the empty road like a weightless ghost. When the hem of his clothes brushed the ground, it did not even stir a whisper of wind.
He moved along the boundary between darkness and light. The occasional spill of lamplight illuminated the silver-white mask on his face.
The hard metallic edges gleamed coldly in the faint light, concealing every trace of expression.
Suddenly, a silver-glowing mark appeared at his fingertips.
With a slight flick of his finger, the mark fell into a