ning? Anger. What comes after anger? Trauma. And this man was

ried to strike at the unknown entity with anger, my father observed that blood had b

inued, "It looked like a living thing to me, but it did not seem so when I hit it. How c

me with rage. 'I don't care what you are,' I told myself and took another swipe with my

et my pants. I ran all the way home, not being able to look back at all. I did not know whether the thing followed m

kly, for they are short on manpower. I told him yes, only if my shifts are in the day.

look into this for you and make sure that th

glinted brightly and repl

ain. So, that leaves the matter of paym

r help. They looked accustomed to the usual proceedings of

y you have to make us an off

out this? This brother here just offered to pay t

im. She had never thought that their predicament would be settled

ns were finished, my father tur

pository to arrange the payments, Shiyan

uttered in rep

oday was going to leave from work. She saw me entering

. What brings y

for two-thousand-dollar lesson fees, Sister." She produced the receip

pository, Fearless Ha

ing before my problem is resolve

ll refund you the money if w

was drinking to the floor of the corridor and the voice of a young woman came suddenly fr

"E-er... Aunt Fen. Heh heh heh, I'm sorry I did not see you." And I d

barked, "So you think you can throw r

not, Aunt Fe

p the stairs. Fearless Hao was lost for words. I nudged him once w

o asked me, "T-tha

, I said, "Yep. That's Aunt Fen, the

t with this National Studies Institute? Why does everyone holding a position of seniority look so young

ot speak. I smiled at them and said, "Aunt Fen is twenty this year, and I'm twent

to understand if you say a young girl of twenty is

d snapped, "And what

ss Hao tur

ing lazily on his drink. He had a wine flask, one that looked si

had never seen him drunk. Still, it was due to his love for hea

ned the stopper to his flask and called at th

with the fiend. Look into my eyes," he

the fearful and doubtful woman that she was. She knew full well that her husband was suffering from

er smiled benignly to her and mo

. Everything

ce fell over the entire room. Everyone held their breath as th

asps of the couple. The husband mumbled suddenly, breaking the eerie

pupils of his eyes have contracted into slits that resembled that

a skill that we, the practitioners of mystic arts, call the Nocturnal Sight, also known a

f these mystic skills to strangers. Why now? The Nocturnal Sight was hardly any common External Magic. It was

pirit Sight, the Magical S

ithout no difficulty. Nothing, be it normal matter or superna

spiritual energies. No supernatural entities like demons

y to look through the destiny of th

aven Dao; it was the only one of the four which could

here were people who had been born with the gift of the first three Ocular Magics. I,

turnal Sight and the Spiritual Sight. I knew not if he had either the Magical Sight or t

skill to common mortals. I had once shown my classmates my S

I thought to myself, "Why is he show

r spoke, "Look at

e husband. Everyone looked at the screen of the tablet. Everything was dark in the screen, save

on the screen of his tablet

nd was as

muttered, "I was not very far awa