The night was deep, and all was silent.
For Qin Ming, tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
He lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Qin Ming could never have imagined.
In the blink of an eye, several of his neighbors had been inexplicably massacred.
His mind kept replaying the information Fengg Yuan had mentioned, so he simply didn't sleep, and pondered his future plans carefully.
...
The next day, as the sun rose, all things revived.
Qin Ming got up, opened the window, and exhaled a deep breath of turbid air.
After a night of contemplation, he already had a plan.
After breakfast.
Qin Ming arrived at the seventh floor of the Juxuan Pavilion.
Across from him sat the otherworldly Guu Qingzhao.
"Fellow Daoist Guu, with the current chaotic situation and the storm brewing, I wish to purchase some powerful items for protection. Do you have any recommendations?"
Upon hearing this, Guu Qingzhao smiled gracefully, her breath fragrant as she said, "Of course I do."
