Yan Xiaomo rested his hand on the hilt of his saber as he followed behind a clansman, walking leisurely while glancing about.
Strictly speaking, the man he was following was surnamed Tian and was not his clansman, but rather the clansman of the person he was impersonating.
He was a cultivator at the Eighth Layer of Emergence from Dust. He had spent years roaming the Burning Desert alone, making a living by hunting Wild Beasts, and had gained a modest reputation in the vicinity of the desert. He excelled at concealment and one-hit kills, so large hunting parties liked to hire him.
Very few people knew that besides being an outstanding hunter, he was also an assassin. He would occasionally rob other cultivators in the Burning Desert, but the bulk of his income came from accepting major assassination contracts.
Two days earlier, he had accepted a job. The deposit was not high, just five thousand Spirit Stones, with another five thousand upon successful completion.
But Yan Xiaomo had no way to refuse, because the job had been introduced by one of his business partners.
He killed people often, and his business partners handled the disposal of the stolen goods. Even if this job was fairly minor, he had to accept it.
Besides, assassinating someone at the Emergence from Dust, First Layer in the Mortal World was indeed not particularly difficult.
After arriving at Pacify Arms Mountain, he was somewhat dumbfounded. This guy really had built himself quite an operation.
Yan Xiaomo's aura-concealment skills were exceptionally good, and he acted with considerable method. Unlike those two idiot brothers, Liao Da and Second Liao, he cleverly used the purchase and sale of goods to build rapport with others.
In only two days, he had figured out most of Feng Jun's affairs. For