The old man lurking in the shadows waited with narrowed eyes, his outward-projected divine sense allowing him to detect any approaching presence even with his eyes closed.
Yet, his misfortune was encountering Feng Jiu—a being whose power far surpassed his own, and who could conceal her aura completely, leaving no trace detectable to others.
Concerned for Lady Song inside the room, Feng Jiu wasted no time. She swept through the night, arriving behind the old man and seizing his throat before he could react.
She had intended to snap his neck outright, but in that instant, a thought crossed her mind. Her other hand darted out, a silver needle instantly piercing his pressure point.
The old man's eyes snapped open wide in terror as his throat was seized. He tried to shout but no sound came out. Before he could even see who was behind him, a numbing sensation spread through his acupoints, and in the next moment, he collapsed unconscious.
