"Despicable?"
Wen Xiaoxiao could not help but sneer. "When it comes to methods that can kill, what does it matter whether they're despicable or not? As for our master, he wagered the entire Wind and Rain Tower's fortune on that sword—yet now, every assassin from four streets has fallen to a single blind man."
Ghosts' Bane's face darkened.
As the master of the First Tower, he said nothing. He merely stared in Wang Xian's direction, his fingers slowly tightening within his sleeve.
Before the tavern, Wang Xian suddenly raised his head.
The instant his divine sense swept out, his face turned directly toward the tall building, as though he could see the three figures standing in the wind.
"You three!"
His voice was not loud, yet it passed clearly through the wind and mist to reach the rooftop. "Have you watched enough?"
Ghosts' Bane's pupils narrowed slightly.
"A blind man, yet he has such sharp ears," he muttered.
"It isn't that my ears are sharp." Wang Xian replied calmly, "It's that the killing intent on you is too heavy—so heavy I can smell it from two streets away."
He paused, slowly lowering the wooden bow in his hand. The bowstring still retained the lingering warmth of that arrow.
"If you intend to make a move, do it soon... If you three are trying to stall for time..." He suddenly laughed. "Then I'm afraid you'll have to wait a long time—twelve hours, perhaps!"
On the tall building, the expressions of the three tower masters changed instantly.
Twelve hours was enough for the drug to ravage every living thing in Azure Dragon Town.
And though the three of them stood high above, with the wind blowing straight at them, none of them could escape the spreading pink mist.
If they truly waited