Yuan Zhen's eyes were tightly closed, prayer beads rolling in his hands, muttering incantations.
His peaceful face was shrouded in shadow, making him appear somewhat sinister.
At a certain moment, the prayer beads stopped turning, and he slowly opened his eyes. The candlelight immediately extinguished, plunging the room into complete darkness.
A hoarse voice spoke, "Who was that person who came during the day?"
"An ordinary native Cultivator from Chu, merely at the Qi Refining Realm, no need to worry about him," Yuan Zhen's voice was indifferent, completely lacking the gentle demeanor he had shown earlier.
"It's just that he seemed to be traveling with Wang Ke."
"If we go by what they say, you are also only at the Qi Refining Realm right now," the hoarse voice reminded him, "Do you need help?"
Yuan Zhen shook his head.
