'Is it really so hard to find a place for a stable life?'
'Wherever I go, there is killing. Does life mean constant fighting without end?'
Chen Ping's figure moved like a butterfly dancing, gracefully leaping among the rooftops and terraces, like a shadow of a ghost.
He traced a winding and twisting path, and not far ahead lay a large courtyard with high walls, pavilions, and towers, flower pavilions, and a clear pond. The pond water rippled with waves, reflecting the moonlight and firelight, with people singing and feasting.
'It should be here. I might as well go all out today and let them have a night of chaos.'
After reaching Great Success in the Silver Body Realm, he believed that even typical Innate experts could not withstand more than one or two of his sudden attacks.
Might as well follow this big rat, strike fiercely, and scare the enemies to make himself safe for a while.
