Midnight.
The bright moonlight spilled over the flagstone streets of Bafang City, covering them with a layer of silver sand.
Thud—
With a muffled sound, two figures groaned and fell into a pool of blood.
Lin Zheyu's figure emerged from the darkness, the dagger in his hand reflecting a blood-red glow under the moonlight.
"Here they come again, these guys really managed to track it back to me."
Lin Zheyu was speechless.
Recently, he noticed quite a few shady figures appearing around him, ambushing from the shadows with ill intentions toward him.
He casually captured one person, interrogated him briefly, and easily found out the reason.
The three members of the Senluo Temple that Lin Zheyu killed that day, Ge Wuning and Ge Bing, were Ge Yichen's son and grandson.
Ge Yichen, a Martial Artist in the Bone Marrow Refining Realm, wielded considerable influence within the Senluo Temple. The death of his outstanding son and grandson left him furious.
