When chaos broke out in the Zhen Residence, Xu Youshan escorted his wife toward the exit, only to discover that he could not leave.
After several attempts, his expression darkened.
He realized that someone had targeted and confined him.
With honeyed words, Xu Youshan persuaded his wife to reach out and give him a hand. The instant he caught her delicate hand, he decisively hauled her through the gates of the Zhen Residence.
"Husband, you!"
"My dear, a single day as husband and wife brings a hundred days of devotion. Today, allow me to borrow your life."
In the blink of an eye, a dagger appeared in Xu Youshan's hand and swept across the voluptuous woman's snow-white neck, leaving a thin line of blood.
She clutched her neck in disbelief and collapsed a moment later. Only then did crimson blood seep from the wound.
He was not finished yet.
Xu Youshan swiftly slit his wife's wrists and ankles, using her blood as ink to draw a strange, eerie pattern.
Then he bit his fingertip and added a drop of his own blood.
Like the final stroke that gave a painted dragon its eyes, that drop activated the formation, and an eerie aura spread outward.
As Xu Youshan's lips recited an ancient, obscure incantation, his expression grew grave, even somewhat savage.
The formation became a streak of Dark Radiance and began eroding the Concealment Restriction.
"So there was something wrong with him. He hid it quite well."
At the Welcome Inn, Xuanming was both surprised and unsurprised.
Unsurprised, because he had indeed sensed something strange.
Surprised, because Xu Youshan had actually evaded his perception, appearing no different from an ordinary mortal.
Moreover, the art he used must have originated from the Southern Border of Great Xuan's—
"Witch!"
A Witch had appeared