Night fell once again.
The last traces of sunset gradually disappeared from the horizon, and the darkness, like a heavy curtain, slowly enveloped the entire Dongwu Market. Occasionally, the wind would blow, lifting a few fallen leaves to dance in the air.
Xu Ping sat on the bed, cross-legged, with his eyes closed, meditating.
Time passed second by second, the room was silent, with only the sound of his breathing and the occasional wind.
The night grew deeper, as if countless eyes were hidden in the darkness, coldly watching the small house.
Xu Ping's heartbeat gradually steadied. He tried hard to enter a deep meditative state to enhance his spiritual power and perception.
Suddenly, a slight "click" broke the silence.
"It's here!"
Xu Ping's eyes snapped open, a gleam of light flashed through them.
He quickly opened the door, took a few swift steps, and leaped up, landing steadily on the top of the wall.
