The colossal force that had occupied the Demon Realm for centuries, one no one dared provoke—the assassin organization with seven tower lords, countless elders, and killers spread across the world.
The Wind and Rain Tower, which even the greatest experts of the age feared...
Was just gone like that?
Countless images flashed through Dumb Egg's mind: the seven tower lords, each one possessing earth-shattering cultivation. Any one of them could roam the Demon Realm without restraint.
And that elusive master, Daoist Wu, was an even more unfathomable figure. It was said that his cultivation had reached the pinnacle, and even the heads of the Demon Realm's major powers treated him with utmost courtesy.
How could such a massive assassin organization simply cease to exist?
Only after a long while did Xue Bing recover from her shock.
Her eyes flickered as she looked at Dumb Egg beside her. Then she gently took his hand, her voice as soft as a spring breeze in March.
"That's good too... at least now you can finally sleep peacefully."
Only she knew that ever since Dumb Egg had escaped the Wind and Rain Tower, he had never enjoyed a single peaceful night's sleep.
Every night, he would suddenly jolt awake, drenched in cold sweat, instinctively reaching for the short blade beneath his pillow.
Sometimes, he would sit blankly in the darkness without saying a word until dawn. Other times, he would abruptly rise and pace back and forth through the room like a wild beast trapped in a cage.
It was a fear that had seeped deep into his bones.
He did not fear death. He feared his former comrades finding him, feared dragging down those around him.
He looked dazed and lifeless, like a walking corpse. Only in front of Xue Bing did he