He was not an assassin, nor a thief, but someone here to deliver something!
Interesting!
Yang Zhengshan narrowed his eyes, watching his every move like a statue.
And the other man did not notice his presence at all.
Watching him put the item in place, Yang Zhengshan shifted his steps lightly.
Just as Yang Zhengshan moved, the man's movements stalled, and immediately after, he whipped his head around.
A spearhead flashing with cold light came to rest before him.
"You seem very confident!"
Yang Zhengshan said faintly.
The man was dressed in black with his face covered, only a pair of eyes exposed. Those eyes were very calm; even when spear light suddenly appeared in front of him, their depths remained like an ancient well without ripples.
Yang Zhengshan looked him up and down. A black night-traveling outfit, black cloth covering his face—hehe, he had seen this kind of getup countless times on television before, but this was the first time he had seen it in reality.
This person was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. His features were ordinary, and the tiger's mouth of both hands were covered in calluses.
His cultivation should be that of a Post-Heaven Martial Artist. As for exactly which level, that could not be seen from the outside.
"Talk. Who are you?" Yang Zhengshan asked.
The man in black was silent for a moment, then spoke up, "Wei Cen, Centurion of the Secret Martial Guard's Northern Suppression Division, pays respects to Lord Yang!"
At this moment, Wei Cen's mood was not as calm as he looked on the surface. As a Centurion of the Secret Martial Guard, Wei Cen had the cultivation of the sixth level of Post-Heaven, and he was also an experienced secret agent, extremely good at sneaking in, assassination,