C72 He Quietly Opened It.
A streak of crimson light flashed by, and a martial artist beside Lin Yan collapsed into a pool of blood. In a mere moment, the martial artist was devoid of life. The silence of it all was such that even a practitioner of the Martial Pulse Stage could scarcely perceive it.
With a soft crack, Lin Yan's door creaked open. A figure clad in dark robes crept toward Lin Yan's wooden bed
