Just then, the apartment's door lock turned with a faint click.
Nana walked in with a light step, carrying a paper bag filled with some of the town's local pastries. She had gone out for a rare stroll today. Dai Youheng had never restricted her freedom; instead, he often encouraged her to get out more and experience the customs and everyday life of this ordinary little town.
After all, she was still a teenage girl at heart. How was staying cooped up indoors all day any different from being in prison?
Besides, what real danger could there be in a remote town that did not even have a decent Soul Master? Nana knew her limits, too. She went out only once or twice a month at most, spending the rest of her time dutifully guarding the apartment, her spiritual power constantly sensing everything around her.
Yet the moment she stepped into the living room, the relaxed expression on her face froze.
"Young Master!" Nana was alarmed, and the paper bag in her hand nearly slipped to the floor. She instantly forgot about the pastries, her figure flickering like a ghost as she appeared at Dai Youheng's door almost as if by Instantaneous Movement. She pushed the door open in one swift motion!
"Young master!" Alarm seized Nana, and the paper bag nearly slipped from her hand. Instantly forgetting the pastries, she flashed forward like a ghost, appearing at Dai Youheng's door almost as though she had used Instantaneous Movement, and pushed it open!
There were no enemies or unexpected disturbances inside. Dai Youheng simply sat cross-legged in the center of the room, his eyes tightly shut, the soul power around him churning violently like a boiling ocean.
"Is the young master absorbing a Soul Ring?" Nana's anxious heart immediately settled,