Ling Chen was light as a swallow, alighting on the rooftop opposite his target. Through the dim night, he could vaguely see a figure sitting on the rooftop in his line of sight. Indeed, the figure held a strange Wooden Qin. The figure frantically plucked the strings, and deeply demonic notes rapidly filled the courtyard.
Just as I suspected.
Observing the shadowy qin player, a glint of understanding appeared in Ling Chen's eyes. His previous suspicions were confirmed upon seeing this figure; he had been right all along.
"Damn it! I'm going to slaughter that guy!" Xuan Yu exclaimed, clenching her teeth, ready to attack the figure.
"Don't rush to interrupt him," Ling Chen said. "Let's gauge his actual abilities first."
Ling Chen didn't act immediately. He wanted to observe how the man was using Illusion Techniques to murder people.
