The turn of events was too abrupt. Wang Sheng had been keeping his surroundings covered in his spiritual consciousness, yet he only caught the sudden fluctuation of primal qi the instant Mou Yue was attacked. That alone was enough for him to know that their opponent was no ordinary cultivator.0

Mou Yue had just retreated into the room and was about to dodge when a Tang blade that Wang Sheng found somewhat familiar pierced toward her. The blade pressed against her neck, stopping just a hair's breadth away from piercing her smooth skin.0

Left with no other choice, she could only stand still. 0

The blade slowly inched forward, forcing Mou Yue to step back. Her assailant followed her into the hospital room.0

Even though the person was wearing a ghost mask, Wang Sheng could never forget his weapon, intent, and eyes. The Yin-Yang Cult swordsman, who had jumped into the water to escape, was standing right in front of him again.  0

Shi Qianzhang's intuition turned out to be right. He was being targeted, and the ones after him were no small threat.0

Ever since Wang Sheng's warning and the previous school incident, the Special Investigation Unit had been on the lookout for the Yin-Yang Cult. However, they were too well-hidden, and they covered their tracks too well and too quickly, leaving no solid leads. To top it all off, despite the city's...0