Thinking himself cautious, Fitch tiptoed up to Han Shuo's door like a thief. He glanced furtively around, then summoned a Wraith in a low voice and sent it through the gap beneath the door into Han Shuo's room.
Han Shuo's Yuan Demons had been refined from Wraiths. Wraiths could also provide their summoners with another field of vision, but as a Necromancer's summoned creatures, they carried a faint aura of necromancy and had grayish-white forms. Anyone with a little vigilance could easily spot them.
Because Han Shuo's Yuan Demons had undergone special treatment through the Demonic Cultivation Art, they gave off no magical fluctuations, and their forms bordered on the insubstantial. Generally, as long as they did not encounter a Magic Barrier, they were difficult to detect. Moreover, as minor demons belonging to a demonic cultivator, the Yuan Demons shared a mental link with their master. Not only could they travel very far, but they also had considerable offensive capabilities. Thus, in every respect, Yuan Demons were far more convenient and practical than Wraiths.
After Fitch's Wraith entered Han Shuo's room, it flew a circuit around the room before stopping in front of the window, seemingly watching Han Shuo's movements in silence.
Breathing evenly as he lay on his side, Han Shuo appeared to be sound asleep, completely unaware of everything happening around him. Outside, Fitch investigated through the Wraith, then placed his left hand on the door handle and applied a little pressure. With a faint creak, he opened Han Shuo's door.
A packet of powder suddenly appeared in his hand. Fitch opened the paper packet and blew on it from the doorway. The powder dispersed through the air, giving off a faint fragrance.
Soul-Stealing Powder!
Han Shuo now knew a little about Poison Powder as well. The fragrance