In a Cultivation Room at Taiyi Palace Camp.
Jiang Ping An set down the divine artifact he had been forging, his expression grave.
The assassin who had just attacked his Avatar was probably from the Ash Frost Dynasty.
He was acutely sensitive to killing intent. If anyone meant to kill him, he could sense it, even if that person was a God King.
Yet when that assassin attacked him, he had sensed no killing intent at all.
He had heard that some specially trained assassins could purge the killing intent from their hearts entirely, making themselves harder to detect.
Today, he had encountered an assassin of that caliber.
Ordinarily, anyone planning to assassinate someone had to form the thought before acting. That was how conscious action worked.
The assassin who had attacked him had gone beyond that. Assassination had become instinct, and the assassin's body reacted before the mind did.
Being targeted by an assassin like that left him unable to eat or sleep in peace.
He had no idea when the assassins would strike again, or what kind of assassin they would send after him.
The Cultivation Room he occupied was not absolutely safe.
If his enemies wanted to assassinate him, the Cultivation Room's formation would not stop them.
Certain special treasures and Formation Banners could break through its formation.
Certain unusual talents and Divine Arts could bypass it, too.
As a top assassin organization, the Ash Frost Dynasty surely had ways to infiltrate a Cultivation Room.
Creak!
The door suddenly opened.
Jiang Ping An sprang to his feet and stared warily at the entrance.
When he saw Tuanzi and Little Lion come in, he relaxed a little.
"You two little rascals have been gone for ages. What were you doing?"
Little Lion puffed out his chest proudly. "We