In the night wind.
A figure flew as silently as a bat.
After leaving the Mountains and Rivers Bridge, he circled Jiangbei City again and again before finally landing outside the Archaeologists' Residential Compound.
He wore a Bamboo Hat, with a Blood-Colored Mask beneath it; a broad cloak shrouded his entire body.
Like a ghost—
People and vehicles came and went at the Family Housing Compound's entrance, but no one spared him a glance, as though he did not exist at all.
"This is the place."
He stepped forward, moving lightly and soundlessly, as if he were floating.
A moment later.
The ghostlike figure had reached Xu Yuan's door.
The Formation Disc on the door was glowing.
Five or six hidden sentries stood guard nearby.
Another seven or eight Cultivators in night clothes surrounded the door, working tensely but methodically to break the Formation Disc.
"Everyone else, keep watch. Break that Formation Disc faster."
A man with six arms barked the order.
Beside the Six-Armed man, another handsome young man remained calm. "Don't worry. He's as good as dead tonight." "Worry? I can barely stop myself from killing him right now!" the Six-Armed man roared.
The ghostlike figure listened quietly.
He stood among them, yet not one of them saw him.
Then—
He stepped forward again, passed through the crowd, passed through the door, and entered the room.
The Formation Disc did not react at all.
Inside the room.
There was no one.
But the "ghost" began to laugh. His whole body trembled as he murmured:
"The scent of this 'ability'... So it really is here."
He raised both hands as though about to do something, then stopped.
Just then, he made a First Turn, passed through the door, and emerged into the corridor.
The Cultivators were still putting everything