Chapter 961: Descendant of an Immortal

Back in the bedroom, Monica Lyson didn't dwell on the Water Manipulation Technique she had used in the bathroom. She hurried to the window, yanked the curtains open, and peered outside. She had expected to see a crowd besieging the villa, something pulse-pounding. Instead, the night lay quiet. Moonlight pooled like water, and a soft breeze drifted through. Branches swayed, their mottled shadows spilling across the lawn. Crickets chirped in the undergrowth. Lucky lay sprawled there, snoring, without...