Why am I so skilled at this?
He took a deep breath and flipped straight through the window into Gu Lan's room, clutching a dagger that shimmered with a cold gleam.
The Dingyuan Marquis Mansion was surprisingly easy to infiltrate. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have needed to take that forbidden pill.
Behind him, two other assassins followed him into the room.
The rain soaked them through, leaving water trails from their black boots on the wooden floor.
The Evil Qi around Yuan spread as he stealthily approached the side of Gu Lan's bed.
He didn't move, a flicker of hesitation passed through his amber eyes.
At that moment, one of the assassins noticed something was amiss around them.
It was too quiet; even the sound of the rain outside couldn't be heard—
The assassin was about to speak when Gu Lan suddenly leaped out from the bed!
The studded steel gauntlet carved a golden arc through the darkness, striking the assassin's jaw.
"Crack—"
