Wanhe District.
Building No. 9, Unit 4, Room 403.
The room contained only the most basic furniture, covered in dust from years of neglect. The entire home looked empty, cold, and desolate.
Wang Ziqian sat on the sofa, his face grim. He uncorked a Blood Bottle and poured the red solution onto his injured left cheek. A searing pain made the skin on his face twitch involuntarily.
There was also a gash on his arm so deep the bone was visible, a gruesome sight of mangled flesh and blood.
"That person wasn't just passing by. They were waiting in ambush for me... Shit, how did they find me so fast? Did those bastards on the black market sell me out?"
Wang Ziqian cursed under his breath and poured the remaining half of the Blood Bottle onto his arm. Under the effects of the Alchemy Potion, the mangled wound slowly knitted itself back together, leaving only a scab after a short while.
