The Filthy Blood Sect's Three-Tier System

Another hour passed. Wu Mian still sat there, his withered hands folded atop the wooden box, as though he had fallen asleep.

Duan Rong lay in a reclining chair in the darkness, his Consciousness Shroud covering all of Huangpi County while remaining locked onto Wu Mian.

Though Wu Mian had sat there without moving for an hour, Duan Rong was not anxious in the slightest. The most important thing for a hunter in the dark was patience.

After some time, the faint sound of the night watch clappers drifted over from the streets. It was already the Chou Hour...

Just then, a black shadow suddenly sprang up from the southeastern city wall of Huangpi County. Like a wildcat, it leaped down under cover of the night.

Duan Rong's consciousness had already shrouded the entire city. The instant that black shadow appeared, he immediately locked onto it with his divine sense.

It was a gaunt middle-aged man in a green robe and a conical hat. From the man's lightness skill and bearing alone, Duan Rong could roughly judge his realm, but with a thought, he still sent his divine sense into the man's Dantian.

"True Qi Realm First Level."

In the secular world, this realm counted as that of an expert, especially in the somewhat remote Huangpi County.

The gaunt figure landed lightly at the foot of the city wall and lifted his eyes to scan the streets and alleys. Rather than following the shadows beneath the storefronts along the streets, he darted directly into the densely interwoven residential lanes, weaving through the dark alleyways.

His choice made Duan Rong, reclining beneath the Great Locust Tree, stir slightly. He could not help murmuring, "Looks like this isn't his first time here."

To move through such a maze of residential alleys without