It was still raining by the time night fell, drowning out all other noise.

Outside the city, a white crane landed along the banks of the Great Azure.

“Craney, you wait here,” said a handsome young man in apricot-yellow Daoist robes before somersaulting off its back.

This was none other than the Sea-Swallowing King’s disciple, Ge Qian.

He stretched, then walked alone through the darkness and pouring rain. Before long, he arrived at the Qingding Military Drill Ground.

“What a dense stench of blood. The rain has washed much of it away, but the smell still permeates the air. It’ll be a long time before it fully disperses….” Ge Qian surveyed the area briefly, then silently slipped into the grounds.

He strode confidently up to the center of the field, then paused and looked around. It was obvious someone had cleaned up recently. The pooled blood and shattered stone had been gone for quite some time already.

But Ge Qian’s keen eyes still picked up on quite a lot.

After a while, he looked up at the sky. He couldn’t help but frown. He muttered, “Old Man, back in Mother Ghost Ridge, you told me Su Yi wasn’t simple. Now, it seems he really is an extremely dangerous character.”

Before arriving at the Qingding Military Drill Grounds, he learned about what happened today...