The night was deep.
Ivy's figure crawled and lurked on the rooftop like a ghost.
Her pupils turned into the vertical slits of a wild beast, and her gaze pierced through a distance of nearly a hundred meters, landing on a window far away.
Once she made a move, it would inevitably attract the attention of some professionals, which would be detrimental to many of her subsequent actions. If she were to be put on the Demon Hunter's wanted list, she might have to live a life of hiding and skulking for a long time to come.
It was for this reason that Ivy had chosen official means and had feigned Sherman's help in looking for her.
But the waiting of nearly 10 days had already made her lose patience.
Time was quickly nearing midnight, the streetlights grew dim, and there were no more pedestrians on the street. Ivy's body swiftly swooped up, leaping between rooftops and lunging toward the distant house in the night...
"Huff!"