For three days straight, the courtyard where Ye Qiu resided remained very quiet.
However, the quieter it was, the more dangerous Ye Qiu felt it to be. It was too peaceful, with none of the major ancient clans daring to make a move.
Did Yun Shang Palace really have such a great deterrent effect?
Ye Qiu didn't think so, as calm often harbored the brewing of an even greater storm.
On the fourth day, three figures leaped into the courtyard.
Jin Shanshun was sound asleep, while Ye Qiu, who was in the middle of cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes. His powerful spiritual power had already covered the entire courtyard, allowing no movement to escape his perception.
Someone had come!
Ye Qiu knew that some ancient clan couldn't hold back any longer and had started to make a secret move.
Whoosh!
The three figures, like specters in the dark night, blended completely into the surrounding darkness without emitting a trace of their presence.
Such a technique...
