Nighttime
Lin Xin abruptly opened his eyes on the bed.
He sat up and listened carefully to the sounds next door. Cheng Ruofei and Jiang Yuer's faint breathing was still there, at the steady rhythm of sleep.
Since he had slept fully dressed, Lin Xin picked up his sword, merely straightened his clothes, and changed into a Daoist robe from the bundle he had brought. He simply put it on inside out.
The inner side of the Daoist robe was a faint grayish-black. With a pull of the belt, the entire robe instantly became tight-fitting nightwear. He then pulled a prepared piece of cloth over his mouth and tied it securely.
"Good thing I prepared this in advance, in case I needed nightwear when I came out. Otherwise, this really would have been troublesome."
Lin Xin secretly rejoiced at his thorough preparation. Carrying his sword, he wrapped his bedding in the quilt, making it look from afar very much like someone sleeping there.
Sword in hand, he cautiously slipped out the door.
"I'd like to see what Kong Yuhui is planning."
The little courtyard outside was pitch-black. Even the moonlight was dim, blocked by thick clouds. The entire area was dark, and he could barely see half a meter ahead.
Lin Xin carefully moved forward in slow steps.
With the Flame Yang Talisman Sword in hand, he did not feel the slightest fear. Cheng Ruofei's plan had been to simply get through tonight, but he was unwilling to waste time for nothing.
He also intended to visit that red mist region. That red mist could ignore the damage Inner Qi caused to the meridians. If he truly obtained the Yin Blood, wouldn't its effects be even more terrifying?
Leaving the room and descending two stone steps, Lin Xin looked ahead