Chapter 330: What If You Walk Into the Wrong Room at Midnight?

The room was pitch-black, with barely a trace of light. Sierra Looske could only make out a vague silhouette sitting cross-legged on the bed. She had seen Atreus Lyson cultivate before. He always looked like this… Her heart slammed against her ribs. Thump, thump, thump. Holding her breath, Sierra eased the door shut behind her without making a sound. The little light that remained vanished, and the room sank even deeper into darkness. Hermoine had sensed Sierra the instant she stepped inside. *What...