Night was about to pass. Dawn would come before long, and many people were waiting for that moment. Those inside the city were waiting, and so were those outside.
Once the appointed time arrived, Blood Kill Pavilion would make way and stop protecting Wind Cloud City. Assassins cared about pride and honor too. Words spoken were like water spilled—Blood Kill Pavilion Master could not go back on his word.
Once Blood Kill Pavilion stepped aside, Azure Mist Valley's large army pressing the border would begin. These masters of poison had been sharpening their blades for a long time.
As for the people in the city, they waited with uneasy hearts. The fate of the weak lay in the hands of the strong; they could only leave it to heaven. Many had prepared themselves for the worst.
Inside the City Lord's Mansion, the lights blazed brightly.
As the instigator of all these conflicts, Fan Lang was remarkably carefree. He was actually eating breakfast at a leisurely pace, having specifically ordered several of his favorite side dishes to go with thin porridge and steamed white buns. He ate with great relish. In all of Wind Cloud City, no one was more relaxed than him.
Li Yunyan and the other confidants ate with Fan Lang. Most of them had little appetite; only Monkey's appetite could rival Fan Lang's.
Halfway through the meal, an uninvited guest arrived without invitation: a cold and detached man in black—Blood Kill Pavilion Master!
He appeared and disappeared like a ghost, suddenly showing up at the doorway, with no one knowing where he had come from. Everyone in the room was startled. They put down their chopsticks and stared at him wide-eyed.
Under everyone's gaze, Blood Kill Pavilion Master walked in. His eyes, as cold as an icy pool,