A Blood Moon hung in the sky.
Its crimson light spilled down, shrouding Cyan Yang Ancient City in a strange and unpredictable atmosphere.
The wind scraped against his face like a dull knife carving flesh, a piercing pain.
Chu Fan's gaze shifted. Seeing the fat and skinny duo completely distracted by the members of the Moon Worship Sect, he silently slipped out of Zhao Hu's old residence, not stopping until he had put even more distance between them.
The eerie ringing of a bell drew closer and closer.
The sound was crisp yet hauntingly cold, intermittent as if rising from the netherworld—not a sound of the mortal realm.
The two servants, who had long been hiding by the gate, were tensed like fully drawn bowstrings, their ears cocked as they listened intently.
When the white-robed man from the Moon Worship Sect led a group out of the alley ahead, the two servants followed on tiptoe without the slightest hesitation!
'They really are spying on the Moon Worship Sect!'
