Tang Hao

The night breeze was slightly cool.

The streets were empty.

A thin figure silently climbed out through the back window of the royal infirmary.

Tang San had changed into a tight-fitting black night outfit.

Several layers of bandages wrapped the wound on his back. Every slight movement of his muscles sent piercing pain through him.

White gauze covered his eyes. Although his Purple Demon Eyes had been crippled, his remaining spiritual perception could still barely distinguish his surroundings.

Leave the city.

Find a lone soul master.

Use that incomplete secret technique to consume blood essence and gain the power for revenge.

That was his goal tonight.

The instant his feet stepped beyond the city gate's shadow—

A deep voice suddenly exploded in the depths of his mind without warning.

"You think you can defeat that monster from Spirit Hall by consuming the essence of those small fry?"

"What wishful thinking."

His body suddenly stiffened.

Tang San stopped in his tracks, his hands instantly reaching for Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon Night at his waist and drawing out the few poisoned steel needles he had left.

His nerves immediately tightened.

"Who is it?!"

"What kind of ability is hiding in the shadows? Get out here!"

The surroundings were silent. Only the cold wind rustled through the leaves.

That deep voice echoed through his mind again.

"If you want the strength for true revenge, come meet me at the ruined temple ten miles outside the city."

"Be late, and you need not come."

The voice cut off, and there was no further movement.

Tang San stood where he was, his expression shifting unpredictably.

Should he go or not?

To transmit a voice directly into his mind, silently evade every patrolling guard along the way—such cultivation was unfathomable, far beyond what an ordinary soul