It is night!
The small town beside the river pier is now in a state of absolute silence.
Su Mo is sitting cross-legged in the room, his inner breath circulating through the various acupoints in his body, moving in cycles and transporting the Circulation.
Suddenly, his ears twitch slightly; he opens his eyes, a touch of surprise as he looks up at the roof.
There are footsteps on the roof, the sound extremely light.
Had Su Mo's Inner Strength training not been profound, he would have hardly discerned it; evidently, this person's Qinggong was extraordinary.
The footsteps on the roof paused only briefly before moving to the edge of the eaves, followed by a somersault descent.
In the moment the other party descended, Su Mo suddenly flipped over and lay down, casually covering himself with the blanket.
The movements of both were nearly synchronized, so quiet they did not even stir the dust.
