The gale howled past his ears, and white clouds scattered away beside him.
"-------!"
Accompanied by a clear eagle cry, a grand, enormous city appeared before him.
At the same time, a deep voice rang out.
When others blindly pursue the truth, remember—nothing is true.
When others are bound by morality or law, remember—Everything is permitted.
We walk in darkness and serve the light.
We are... Assassins.
Thud!
Fang Zheng slowly landed on the rooftop of one of the buildings and gazed at the imperial capital beneath the night sky.
Under the moonlight, the city looked so dim and prosperous, yet it was filled with a stench of decay.
The Northern Empire... Although I have no grudge against you, to help Felt out... well, you'd better fall apart sooner rather than later.
With that thought, Fang Zheng raised his head. Before his eyes, the world immediately transformed into a hazy space of Black and White. Undead and resentment, death and fear—everything emerged within it. Fang Zheng soon locked onto one direction, then bent down and sprinted toward it.
The white-robed figure flashed over the rooftops beneath the moonlight like the incarnation of a ghost. Before long, Fang Zheng arrived outside a hidden warehouse in the noble district. The warehouse doors were tightly shut, but muffled screams, furious roars, and cruel laughter could be heard from inside.
Two soldiers stood guard outside the warehouse. They looked rather bored, seemingly unaware that the shadow of death had already descended.
The next moment, Fang Zheng leaped down.
He spread his hands and pressed them against the two soldiers' necks. At the same time, icy blades suddenly emerged and pierced through their throats.
Before the Sleeve Sword, all lives were equal.
The two guards died the instant they hit the ground. Fang Zheng turned