In a secluded part of the hills behind Jinling University, a middle-aged man's expression grew extremely grave under the dim night sky.
As a member of the Gu Clan, he could always sense the strength of the Qi Mechanism of any Gu he trained. But now, he felt that the Gu, which took the form of long worms, were in an extremely feeble state. Worse, their weak Qi Mechanism was not just failing—it was teetering on the brink of complete collapse.
Damn it, how can this be? What in the world happened?
He furrowed his brows tightly. He quickly pulled a thin flute, less than twenty centimeters long, from his robes and began to play a haunting tune in the secluded darkness.
「One hundred meters away.」
Listening to the flute through his connection to the creatures, Qin Fan walked leisurely, looking down at the long worms in his palm. Under the faint, distant melody, the worms began to struggle even more frantically.
