Xuanba Sword Sect was a colossus of the East Continent Central Region.
Its strength was terrifying—far beyond what a small organization like the Shadowy Tower could afford to provoke.
Assassinating the Saintess of the Xuanba Sword Sect? That was practically an earth-shattering offense.
Once exposed, the Shadowy Tower would surely face annihilation!
"Your Excellency... do you understand the weight of this matter?" The middle-aged man's voice trembled.
"This isn't child's play. No one could withstand the wrath of the Xuanba Sword Sect."
Yang Lingtian looked at him indifferently, as if he were looking at a dead object.
"I'll only ask you this: are you taking the job or not? The reward will definitely satisfy you."
The middle-aged man's expression shifted between gloom and brightness as he wrestled with himself.
Assassinating the Saintess of the Xuanba Sword Sect carried far too much risk. It was practically a mission with nine deaths and only one chance of survival.
But if they succeeded—and managed to do it without leaving a trace—the reward would certainly be substantial.
He swallowed with difficulty. "Your Excellency... this matter is truly..."
Yang Lingtian flicked a finger, and a Storage Ring landed on the table before the middle-aged man.
"This contains the deposit. It's enough to cover the highest fee for sending out five Late Saint God assassins for one operation."
The middle-aged man picked up the Storage Ring skeptically and extended his divine sense inside.
The next moment, his breath suddenly caught. His eyes widened until they were round, as if he had seen something unbelievable.
The cultivation resources inside the ring were so vast in quantity and so high in grade that they nearly blinded him.
Even with all his experience, he felt his mouth go dry and his heartbeat quicken.
This fortune was enough to raise