In the dead of night, the black sky was like a curtain.
The moon gazed indifferently at the mortal world, just like a fox's eye.
Qin Ancient Town, South E Street.
The dim streetlights sizzled, their light swaying with the night wind.
Since Zhang Evil died, this street had been sealed off under the pretense of repairing old street buildings, with ordinary people strictly prohibited from entering.
At this moment, a shadow stretched long and approached slowly from a distance, filling almost the entire street as it drew near.
"Who goes there? Entry is not allowed."
A sudden sharp shout burst from a corner. The hidden sentries on this street were all experts from the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, alert at the slightest movement.
"Not allowed?" Chen Dragon paused, a hint of contempt appearing on his beautiful face.
"Not allowed into my own home? The Daoist Sect is indeed overbearing."
"Your own home? Who are you?"
