"Let's head back. It's not far from where we're staying," Luo Fei said softly.
"Mm." Lu Sheng nodded. Yet unconsciously, his gaze shifted toward the inside of the church. Through the wide doors of the main hall, he vaguely saw something transparent flash past.
The group returned together and rested peacefully in the villa.
They had thought they would truly have to wait a week before anyone contacted them. Yet it was only the afternoon of the third day.
Isis's people arrived.
Lu Sheng stood silently beneath a flowering tree on the lawn.
In the training of Assassination Fist, the most important link was meditation, and among the methods of meditation, standing still was the foremost.
By quietly listening to one's own heartbeat, one could cast aside the influence and disturbances of the outside world and focus only on the self within.
For the Assassination Fist system, whose purpose was complete control over oneself, this was the best method of cultivation for adjusting one's state.
The Luo Fei sisters accompanied Annie inside the villa, reading.
Tang En lay on the grass, taking an afternoon nap.
Beep beep beep! A clear ringing sound suddenly came from the front gate.
"Someone's ringing the doorbell." Lu Sheng opened his eyes and immediately looked toward the gate.
Tang En rolled over and sprang to his feet. The three Luo Fei sisters also quickly came out and looked toward the entrance.
Outside the gate everyone was watching, a tall figure draped from head to toe in a black robe stood quietly beyond the somewhat rusted iron gate.
The figure had its head lowered, with half its face covered by a black cloth mask. It did not seem to mind the heat, wrapping itself up tightly from head to toe.
Lu Sheng strode to the gate