The Liu Family ancestor was certainly experienced. Despite his desperate urgency, he actually brought the black wind he controlled to a firm halt outside the courtyard.
His aged face emerged from the wind.
A thin layer of snow had already settled on the ground.
The snow reflected the lamplight, faintly illuminating his face in the depths of the night.
The old fellow wore a look of cautious scrutiny, constantly sensing the auras coming back from every corner of the courtyard.
He sensed four people living in one small courtyard. All four were unremarkable mortals, and all were sound asleep.
Then there was the boy who could withstand his possession, currently standing in the courtyard.
The boy seemed unable to sleep. He stood in the middle of the courtyard, gazing up at the sky. Perhaps tonight's light snowfall made for such pleasant scenery that the youth had braved the cold night wind to admire it outside.
The Liu Family ancestor thought, Perfect. It seems that little bastard named Cui isn't here. I'll sweep in with a gust of black wind and carry this boy away. By the time that little bastard returns, I'll already have taken this youth's body and be roaming free at the ends of the earth.
Perhaps I can even recover my cultivation then, storm the Liu Family someday, and reclaim the ancestral land that is rightfully mine.
Although the possession vessel seemed within easy reach, the old man remained cautious.
Since that bastard knows I intend to possess someone, why would he leave?
But as he watched the black aura around his Divine Soul continuously dissipating, strand by strand, he knew he could not afford to wait. Even if that little Cui Family bastard was plotting against him, he would have to brave the Dragon's Pool and