It was just after two in the morning, and Ye Xiao not only felt no sleepiness, he also lacked the desire to cultivate. But fortunately, because he had been diligently healing for the past few days, his injuries were almost completely recovered.
Thinking of An Meihui, Ye Xiao sighed, picked up a cigarette, and walked to the window sill. He originally wanted to smoke and ponder about the upcoming events, but lacking a lighter, he chuckled bitterly to himself, intending to sit on the sofa for a while. Suddenly, he noticed several figures flashing by outside Junlin Hotel.
Ye Xiao froze for a moment, obviously not understanding what was happening.
"Who are those people?" Ye Xiao frowned slightly. He hoped it was just a coincidence, but could it really be a coincidence at this particular moment? With a quick stride, Ye Xiao reached the switch and turned off the lights, instantly plunging the room into darkness.
