On the surface, Xu Xiangbei stood there, motionless, his eyes slightly closed, as if asleep.
But inside his meridians, Inner Strength was swiftly circulating, carefully listening to the opponent's every move, breath, and heartbeat. The turbulent airflow caused by the wild wind outside the window, and the rustling sound of paper on the desk, all formed a three-dimensional space map in his mind.
Every subtle change was like a stone dropped into a calm lake, creating huge ripples in his mind.
The nighttime intruder, too, was bent over, hands resting on his waist, like a pine that had weathered storms for centuries, or a sculpture covered in moss.
The two stood motionless like this, the air in the study becoming anxious, filled with murderous intent, with undercurrents surging.
Outside the window, a sudden dazzling lightning bolt split the night sky.
In the flash of lightning, Xu Xiangbei realized that the thief in black was gripping the hilt of a saber at his waist tightly.
