The moonlight was hazy.
On an old tree, a few tender shoots sprouted with new life, eagerly awaiting the morning sun's warm rays to illuminate the world.
Beneath the old tree, Nie Bin, dressed in a waiter's uniform, was bleeding from all seven orifices, his life extinguished.
Zhao Rui leaped onto a rooftop, and with a few more bounds, used his Lightweight Skill to race toward the Jeju City District.
The next morning, police sirens echoed throughout the countryside.
Inside the police cordon, Soul-Chasing Elder Peng Yuanshan, his face deathly pale, furrowed his brow as he felt around Nie Bin's body.
After a long moment, he finally looked up, his hawk-like eyes turning to Inspector Cui beside him, and said in a heavy voice:
"His True Qi reversed, his Power backlashed, and he died from cultivation deviation!"
"He died last night when his body ruptured from the inside."
