Evening, Yujing City.
73 Yangming Road.
The unexpected explosion last night turned the original villa into a charred wasteland, pitch black everywhere, ruins piled up, and the area was cordoned off by police lines.
The official report attributed the accident to a natural gas leak, with an explosion caused by aging pipelines.
Crack...
At this moment, a series of footsteps echoed, treading across the charred ruins. Amidst the crisp sounds, the faint moonlight stretched the shadow long until it blended with the pitch-black ground.
Zhang Fan's gaze was cold as he scanned the surroundings. He could feel the lingering fluctuations of the Primordial Spirit in the air.
This was obviously no ordinary accident; cultivators had clashed here.
"I've let you go twice, I won't let you go a third time."
"Human Xiao, I can kill one, and I can kill a second one."
That night, Chen Dragon's words, or rather his threats, echoed once more in Zhang Fan's mind.
