The clear sky suddenly darkened as if it had been cursed, vast swathes of black clouds covering the high-hanging sun, swallowing the blue heavens. The last strip of light was blocked by the rapidly gathering clouds in the distance, and the whole world sank into a strange, murky gloom.
Xiao Lin, who had been sprinting at full speed, stopped abruptly at this sudden change. At the window on the third floor of the Assassin Group, the figure that had been standing there was now nowhere to be seen.
Withdrawing his gaze, Xiao Lin continued running in the direction in his heart. Nothing unusual came from the direction of the woods anymore, which confirmed Xiao Lin's suspicion. Who would be waiting at the destination? Would it be Mu Rongyun?
It was a place he had never been to, yet it possessed a kind of refreshing, uplifting beauty. He believed that even the people of the three eastern provinces might not truly have fully explored this stretch of land.
