The surroundings were pitch black.
The witch from the He Huan Sect died too quickly. She never expected that the young man's methods were so ruthless, killing as easily as breathing or drinking water. The two didn't even engage in a formal fight; it was a one-move kill, and there was no time to alert the others.
It was simply because he was skilled with his hands.
The young man flipped and jumped out of the window, quietly moving to the dark side of the opposite street. With the keen senses of a master, he dared not get too close, only holding his breath and waiting.
Ambush!
From a god's eye view, everything nearby could be seen effortlessly.
The elder of the He Huan Sect was sitting in the room drinking tea, with female disciples serving him on both sides. A young man dressed as a Taoist priest glanced at the opposite street, discerning a change in expression, and turned to respectfully say, "Master."
