Killer

The sunlight was bright and beautiful.

Beside a secluded mountain valley.

An ordinary-looking man leaned against the railing of a tea stall.

His thoughts were clearly not on the murky tea before him. At a tea stall beside a busy official road, people were always stopping briefly before getting up and leaving, yet he had sat here for most of the afternoon.

Until the distant setting sun dyed the clouds red.

It was hard to describe exactly what ordinary looked like. Perhaps it meant that if he were thrown into a crowd, no one would be able to pick him out quickly.

Precisely because no one would notice him, no one noticed the bulging sack he carried. No one would think that such an ordinary person could accomplish anything earth-shaking.

Just like in storybooks, where it was always handsome men and beautiful women, and those lofty prodigies were all fine young men and lovely women. Once cultivation reached a certain level, one's appearance and bearing would transform toward perfection, while ordinary was not among the ranks of perfection.

Not until midnight.

Only then did the waiter, while clearing away the teacups, realize in surprise that he had no idea when the person sitting there had left.

Perhaps he had departed long ago, or perhaps he had only just gone.

The mountain valley.

The cloaked ordinary man looked at the black-robed cultivator.

That man removed his hood, revealing a somewhat pale face. He was very handsome. "The organization is very pleased with your actions this time. Not only did you complete the task, you also washed our hands clean of the matter."

Lu Jing said with a smile, "That was an accident to begin with. It should never have had anything to do with us."

His long years at the Star