The night was thick.
A shadow was darting around the Ancient City of Dragon Soul.
If any cultivator saw this shadow, they would surely widen their eyes in surprise.
Because there was no slightest trace of aura on this figure; with each breath, it seemed to merge with the air.
Even a strong person at the Extreme Peak would find it hard to detect.
This shadow was none other than Ye Chenfeng.
Under the cover of Wu Fengxian and Jiang Yuntian's power, combined with Ye Chenfeng's own extreme concealment of his aura, he was like a ghost coming and going without a trace in the night.
Ye Chenfeng had to meet Jiang Shengliang, the most powerful ancestor of the Jiangs, as soon as possible.
So when night fell.
He quietly left his room.
During the day, from many cultivators' discussions on the street, he roughly learned where the Jiangs were staying in the Ancient City of Dragon Soul.
Swiftly advancing in the night, the Dragon Clan imprint on Ye Chenfeng's back never stopped.
