Zhou Ping'an recently perfected a new Perfect Secret Skill, feeling a substantial increase in his ability to protect himself, leading to a slight easing in his heart.
Just as he wanted to deeply comprehend it, to develop the specific uses of this "Heaven-covering" Divine Skill.
If used well, it might solve many troubles for him.
Sword Intent returned to himself, a light aura danced like gauze, slowly receding from all around, draping over him, as if he had completely erased himself from this world, and no trace of him could be seen in the study...
A breeze passed through the window, brushing the spot where he had been standing without obstruction.
"Huh..."
A faint sigh echoed in Zhou Ping'an's keen mind.
At the same time, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
With a slight flicker, he moved dozens of yards to the side of the willows in the backyard.
