It was 3:00 am, a dark and silent night in the holy water palace. Xia Tian, who had recently destroyed an entire clan in cold blood, walked across the palace in good spirits.
His demeanor was so calm and casual that no one could guess the heinous act he had committed.
The only sound that could be heard was the occasional howling of beasts that filled the eerie silence.
As Xia Tian walked, he stumbled upon a boy with ruffled hair who was in the middle of swinging his sword.
Beads of sweat were running down the boy's forehead as he tried to perfect his technique.
"Hm? He's back..." murmured Xia Tian as he passed by him.
Xia Chen, the sword-wielding boy, barely gave Xia Tian a glance as he was too preoccupied with his training.
Xia Chen had reached the peak of the earth profound realm, which meant he had found some treasure on his last adventure.