Living steadily in the world of gods and mystery

Passersby on the road only saw a blur before a gust of wind passed by, and then he had vanished from sight.

Within a short while, Chen Li had already arrived at the city gates.

In the chilly early hours of late autumn, with few people entering or leaving the city, Chen Li stood to one side, pretending to be waiting for someone, pacing back and forth, surrounded by mist that made it hard to see more than a vague human figure ten meters away.

Seconds and minutes ticked by.

Chen Li waited anxiously.

And he waited for half an hour.

Suddenly, there came the sound of something tearing through the air from the distance. At first, it was hardly noticeable, but in the blink of an eye, the noise grew louder, clearly different from the ordinary sound of Qi Cultivation realm practitioners flying.

"He’s coming!" Chen Li’s heart began to pound violently, and his palms grew slightly moist as he grasped the hilt of his sword, quickly tightening his hold.

Since his arrival in this world, his hands had been stained with blood.

But facing a real battle for life and death,

he found himself as nervous as if it were his first fight.