The faint scent of sandalwood permeated the air, gradually mixing with the original atmosphere of the room, making one feel at ease and relaxed. Original obsessions would unknowingly be slowly let go, leading to a worry-free slumber.
Soon, even the faint fragrance was no longer present.
A young man lay on his side on the bed, facing the wall, covered with a thin blanket. His breathing became increasingly long, seemingly in a deep sleep.
Outside the window, a man was hanging in mid-air, clad in dark-patterned nightwalker clothes, with long arms and legs like a monkey. Unwilling to reveal his qi mechanism, he refrained from using qinggong, even though the inn was only five or six layers high. Instead, he grasped the wooden part extending from above the window sill to steady himself without making any sound.
In the moonlight, the man's face was covered with a black mask densely patterned with red lines, giving it a somewhat sinister look.
