The night was deep and silent, the world hushed and serene.
Gu Chen sat in meditation on his bed, breathing weakly, his eyes tightly closed. At that moment, the paper screen covering the window in his room trembled slightly, and a streak of light flashed by.
Ding!
A faint sound rang out as a silver needle struck Gu Chen's chest, but it failed to penetrate the skin.
Gu Chen's eyes snapped open, blazing like torches, instantly illuminating the dim room.
Hissss!
In that instant, countless streaks of silver light shot out like a torrential pear blossom rain, speeding towards Gu Chen.
Hum!
A glint of gold light flickered across Gu Chen's body, and a golden bell flashed by, shattering hundreds of silver needles into dust.
Immediately thereafter, the door noiselessly opened, and thick black smoke began pouring in from the doorway. Even though Gu Chen held his breath at the first opportunity, the smoke clung to his body, attempting to seep into his pores and infiltrate his body.