Mysterious cultivator-impersonating pills

Inside Bai Chen’s room

Right now, it was 9 p.m. He was sitting on his bed. He was wearing different clothes from when he was fighting with Jong Zhue, the head of the first unit of the Jing Cha Secret Organisation.

There was no doubt that he had taken a shower right when he got home.

Bai Chen had been sitting on his bed quietly for quite some time. He could still feel the pain that Jong Zhue had inflicted on him.

He was going over the events that had just taken place—the mission that he’d just completed.

The mission name and details had told him to win the fight against a strong cultivator. It had not told him to kill the other party.

However, when Jong Zhue’s last breath had occurred, the mission had been immediately fulfilled. That was what Bai Chen was thinking about right now.

He thought that maybe to win the fight meant to kill the other party.

Otherwise, there was no other reasonable explanation for why the mission had been completed right after he’d killed Jong Zhue.