The night was as dark as ink, and all was silent.
Qin An closed the door with a reverse hand.
The dim oil lamp cast flickering shadows across his brows and eyes, adding a touch of mystery to his chiseled face.
"The matter of the Demon Transformation Pool is probably reaching a critical point."
Qin An gently caressed the Cold Star Saber's blade with his fingertips, the chilly metallic sheen reflecting the contemplation in his eyes.
He hadn't agreed to today's proposal.
The Demon Hall hated him to the bone; rash actions might hasten Gao Lingyu's exposure.
Moreover, the most crucial thing at present is enhancing strength.
The urgent task is to quickly refine the eight main meridians with the earth meridian crystal to perfection and step into the Pulse Condensation Realm with a flawless stance.
Only then can he join the ranks of top powerhouses in Lingzhou and truly master the power to protect himself.
