The autumn wind howled, and the long street of Azure Dragon Town lay in deathly silence.
Just moments earlier, a shaft of heavenly light had pierced through the layers of dark clouds and fallen squarely upon Du Yulin.
The light was gentle and warm, as though Heaven itself had taken pity on her, yet it revealed her haggard state—her face pale as paper, her lips cracked and dry, with only a strange flush of red blooming on her cheeks.
That redness gradually grew scorching hot, like red-hot branding irons pressed to her face, just like the assassins still slaughtering one another in the wind.
They had all been poisoned—by an aphrodisiac poison that muddled the mind and drove people to kill each other.
Yet Du Yulin knew perfectly well that she had not been poisoned.
She simply no longer wanted to keep hiding.
For the past ten years, she had been like a startled bird.
Hunted by the assassins of Wind and Rain Tower until there was no escape in heaven or earth, she had fled all the way from prosperous Sunset City to this remote Azure Dragon Town, eking out a miserable existence in a tiny tavern.
She had thought she would keep hiding forever, until she died of old age—or until they found her.
But now, as she watched the blind waiter stand alone in the middle of the long street, facing that terrifying presence emerging from the wind, something deep within her shattered.
Or rather, she suddenly did not want Wang Xian to face that terrifying man alone anymore!
So, having lost her spirit sword, she turned and rushed into the tavern. She took down the dust-covered iron bow hanging on the wall, then picked up a bamboo arrow from the table.
Wang Xian had whittled that