The silver moon hung high in the sky, emitting a faint moonlight that covered the ground in a silvery layer that gave it a mysterious look.
After the disturbance in the day, Wu Tan City had become dark and quiet in the night. From within the houses on some streets, there was only the occasional sound of nightly activities
In a room in the backyard of the Xiao clan’s home, a young man was lying on the bed. His eyes, as dark as the night sky, were filled with a cold quietness.
“Teacher, what is your strength in your current state?” After a long quietness, Xiao Yan abruptly asked in a soft voice.
“Why?” The black ring that he wore emitted a random response. A moment later, Yao Lao vaguely said: “Although I am currently in my soul form, I should have no problem handling some small flies like Da Dou Shis or Dou Lings with my heavenly flame.”
Hearing this, a slight happiness appeared on Xiao Yan’s face. His eyes, however, still carried a coldness.