Dawn had just broken, and this was when Gu Shenwei was at his sharpest. He asked Old Man Mu, "How good is he?"
"Fang Shuyi? Hard to say. Those two little nobodies weren't enough to make him show his full strength. But he's a good assassin. He killed one man, then turned around and took the second alive from dozens of paces away. It was pitch-black at the time; even I couldn't see where anyone was. And his speed—when I was at full strength, I could've kept up with him. Now, it'd be a bit of a stretch."
When it came to martial arts, Old Man Mu had the fewest useless things to say. Shi Qingjue stood beside him, bloodstains on his clothes, head bowed and silent, his body trembling slightly. Sure enough, it had all been arranged by the Dragon King. He didn't care whether a few spies lived or died, let alone whether Shi Qingjue and Gao Yang did.
Gao Yang had already been carried into a room to rest, and it was unclear whether he would live or die. Even getting Divine Doctor Sun to come was far from certain.
Old Man Mu thought for a moment, then continued. "I was hiding nearby when he killed the first man. Thinking it over, Fang Shuyi's technique was different from that of ordinary Golden Peng Assassins. He chased the man from behind, waited a moment, and only drew his blade when the target turned around. It was as if he wanted to look the man in the eyes."
Old Man Mu waved two fingers in front of his own eyes, then changed direction and pointed at Shi Qingjue.
For the people of Golden Peng Fortress, this was indeed a major change. Gu Shenwei recalled what he had seen and