The moonlight was spiraling.
A formation separated the courtyard from the outside world.
Outside, killings shook the sky with countless magic tools and talisman emitting radiant light.
But inside this house, it was silent to an excessive degree.
The grey-robed cultivator quietly coalesced his form in the moonlight.
His gaze swept over the empty pond in the courtyard and the two rooms side by side.
He quickly detected a sharp Golden Core spiritual sense sweeping over from the window of the room on the left.
"Quite alert."
The grey-robed cultivator was somewhat surprised.
Immediately, his figure quickly dispersed before the spiritual sense could reach him.
In the blink of an eye, he silently materialized under another moonlight.
Like a ghost, he skillfully avoided the other's spiritual investigation.
Meanwhile, he moved with a thought.
A well quietly surfaced on the ground.