The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, yet in this immensely silent environment, Qin Ming inexplically heard whispering sounds, as if they were right beside him.
He grabbed the Wujin Hammer with a long handle, his body tense like a cheetah, it was not an illusion, he even saw a blurry shadow just now.
Outside the window, the night was deep, and the Sun Stone in the room gradually dimmed, flickered suddenly, and completely extinguished, plunging everything into pitch-black stillness.
Fortunately, the murmuring sounds near Qin Ming's ears also disappeared.
After a moment, he reached out again to touch that worn leather Blade Manual, flipping through its pages, all was quiet, nothing happened.
He picked up the Blade Manual; the room was too dark to see the text on the pages, and no anomalies occurred at that moment. Was it just an illusion after all?
Qin Ming immediately went outside to the Fire Spring and scooped up a few bright, glowing stones, quickly returning home.
