The following evening.
The air in Heaven Dou City's western district had become much cleaner.
That old dog Zhao Tiehu was quite efficient when it came to getting things done.
Overnight, the gangs entrenched here had either fled or scattered.
More of them had been scared out of their wits by the Nether Shadow Leopard constantly following behind him and fled overnight to "retire to their hometowns."
Su Chen strolled along the long street.
The stone road had been washed clean by water, yet the cracks between the bricks still retained an indelible smell of rust.
A few shops on both sides had already put up brand-new signs.
The bolder peddlers had even set up their stalls again, and scattered cries of hawking began to rise.
Life was returning.
Faster than he had expected.
What Su Chen needed was not a dead, empty street, but a foothold with living people, vitality, and the warmth of everyday life.
If Abyss Court wanted to take root here, slaughter alone would never be enough.
When he reached the corner at the end of the street, he stopped.
Not because he saw anything.
But because he sensed something.
An exceedingly faint ripple of Soul Power came from deep within a dark alley thirty zhang away.
The fluctuations were chaotic. There were at least four Soul Masters.
Their levels were not high, around Soul Elder.
Besides them, there was one more.
The fifth person's presence was almost nonexistent.
Not because they had no Soul Power, but because it had been deliberately suppressed to the point of near extinction by an extremely sophisticated method.
Such control over one's own aura was far beyond what a low-level Soul Master could achieve.
Su Chen did not stop walking. He merely adjusted his direction by fifteen degrees and headed