As the Ten-Thousand-Fathom Palace's most powerful enforcers, the Golden Armored Guard had always been enough to stop a child crying at night in Anyun City.
The moment those words rang out, the bystanders either made way or scattered. Even the troublemakers fell silent.
Soldiers in golden armor strode onto the scene.
They first glanced at the leader, who was still standing there in a daze, but did not stop. Then they turned to Yan Feidie and her companions.
She had never seen anything like this. She nearly bowed and begged for mercy on the spot, but at the crucial moment, she remembered who she was supposed to be. She stopped herself and instead cradled her sword in her arms, as though that had been her intention all along.
"What? Is there a problem?"
Normally, the Golden Armored Guard beat anyone who caused a disturbance in the city first and questioned them later. Yet, to the surprise—or horror—of the onlookers, the leader of the guards bowed slightly.
"Are you the Heaven-Piercing Sword himself?"
"Uh... yes."
"Sorry for the trouble. Our palace master specifically instructed us to invite the Heaven-Piercing Sword to the palace for a talk if we met him in person."
Yan Feidie went numb. She had never wanted to impersonate that killer; she had been forced into it. She still had no idea where that sword strike had come from, and now the master of the Ten-Thousand-Fathom Palace was asking for her by name. Even without having met him, she knew his fearsome reputation. She wanted no part of this "talk."
Heaven have mercy! She was just a helpless woman who relied on a few half-truths to keep herself safe. How had she gotten dragged into something like this?
Just then, the "strategist" behind her wrote a few more