In this state, Su Mu discovered that his senses were far sharper than usual; any slightest rustle within several li around the small courtyard fell into his ears with crystal clarity.
Thus he heard someone quietly approaching the back courtyard, then vaulting over the wall, the light sound of feet landing on the herb field soaked by snowflakes.
"Two Fourth-Grade Martial Artists—seems they think quite highly of a mere Seventh Grade Pill Master like me."
Su Mu quietly stopped his cultivation, and was just about to pretend to return to his room.
The person behind drew closer; his figure stretched slantwise under the moonlight, blocking out the glow. A man dressed in black, his face wrapped in a black cloth with only a pair of eyes exposed, appeared behind him.
"Who are you?"
"If you don't want to die, don't shout. Whatever I ask, you answer. If you understand, nod."
Su Mu deliberately swallowed in fear, his whole body trembling as he nodded.
