Finally Meeting the Murderer

The night wind was strong. It landed on Xu Qing's magic boat at Port 79 and spread out on the protective barrier, but was unable to pass through.

If it could penetrate the protective barrier and blow into the cabin of the magic boat, it would discover that… there was no one there.

Far away from the magic boat, in a dark corner under a house, Xu Qing silently leaned against the wall. He crossed his arms and stared coldly at his magic boat.

When he closed his eyes and opened them again, a sharpness filled them.

"Will someone come tonight?" Xu Qing lifted his head and looked at the pitch-black sky.

"It is a night of killing."

Xu Qing mumbled softly. However, he kept recalling the image of the vast black cloud and the phoenix eagle in it.