Chapter 116 Mist Part 1

Slowly sheathing his longsword, Lin Fei would always feel an illusion of merging with the sword after practicing Sword Eye, leaving his body cold, and his emotions instantly dropping to zero. This feeling made him particularly addicted.

In the darkness of the Quiet Room, Lin Fei's body emitted blue-glowing smoke, lingering and filling the air as if something inside him was perpetually burning.

Moments later, the strangeness on his body gradually weakened and disappeared. The blue smoke slowly dispersed into the air. The room returned to an environment of complete darkness.

"It should be three o'clock," he murmured. It was about time to go there. Recently, he had found his sense of time increasingly sharp—his biological clock was as accurate as a stopwatch, rarely off.

Picking up the towel resting on the nearby sword stand, he walked to the door solely by memory.

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