Zhou Yan refined Lee Zhengjie's soul, then glanced out the window once more, only to see many pedestrians gathering around the area, feeling pity for the young man who had died unexpectedly.
To ordinary people, the least predictable things in this world were natural disasters and human calamities.
The hospital had experienced a strong tremor earlier, and now a sinkhole had suddenly appeared in the road. It was as if heaven was playing tricks, and no one could do anything about it.
Nobody knew that all it took was a mere thought from Zhou Yan, and he made his move.
By intervening in the fate of such an ordinary cultivator, Zhou Yan immediately sensed an inexplicable pressure bearing down on his soul once again. Had it not been for his abilities, a cultivator with shallow cultivation like him might have had his spirit suppressed and encountered unwarranted disaster.
