"Want to leave?"
A hollow, slightly hoarse voice rang out.
The black-robed cultivator climbing into the clouds froze.
He immediately stopped.
Wild Fox did not know whether he ought to cry or laugh, or whether either expression belonged on his face.
Because he had happened to run into that person.
Right now, he wanted nothing more than to slap himself twice. Why had he accepted this damned assassination mission?
No matter how many Spirit Stones he earned, they would be worthless if he had no life left to spend them.
Not to mention that the intelligence had been a complete mess.
He had suffered because of faulty intelligence last time. How had the organization failed to clarify the information again?
Before coming here, Wild Fox had sworn with utter confidence that his target was merely a peak Nascent Soul prodigy. With his strength, killing the other party should have been as easy as turning over his hand. The only things worth worrying about were the forces behind him and the master who had taught and guided him.
Yet others would handle those problems for him.
There had been no need for him to fret over them.
Standing dazed atop the clouds, Wild Fox stiffly turned around and forced out an extraordinarily strained smile.
He looked once more at the top-grade Dao weapon controlled by the "old dragon."
It was a soul banner.
The Soul Banner.
How he wished he had not recognized it so clearly.
Had it been before, he would not have identified it so quickly either.
Three years ago, the hall master had ordered them to search with all their strength for this powerful treasure that possessed a weapon spirit. That was why he remembered it, and why he knew Tu Shan Jun's true identity.
It turned out