The morning sun was just beginning to rise.
Wang Xiu opened his eyes, waking from his meditative trance.
CLANG!
CLANG!
CLANG!
The Mingxue Executioner Sword placed by the bedside was trembling continuously, conveying a ravenous hunger to Wang Xiu.
Wang Xiu: ???
What's with this silly sword, acting up so early in the morning? Wait a moment... why is the air filled with such a thick scent of blood?
Wang Xiu's pupils contracted slightly.
When a Cultivator is in a meditative state, they become oblivious to their surroundings, and their perception of the environment diminishes unless their safety is directly threatened. Now that he had emerged from his trance, he immediately caught the rich scent of blood.
Could a Malicious Ghost have lost control and gone on a rampage?
Wang Xiu entertained the thought for a moment but quickly dismissed it.
No, it's not human blood.
