In the bamboo grove, wind and snow surged. More than ten figures appeared from all directions, longswords in hand, cold-bloodedly closing in for the kill.
The well-trained assassins struck with ruthless precision. The moment they appeared, sword lights had already reached the Plain-clothed Figure.
Time and space seemed frozen. Snowflakes danced through the air. Amid fifteen streaks of sword light, the Plain-clothed Figure stood still, green bamboo in hand, not a ripple of emotion on his face.
An instant later, time resumed. The Plain-clothed Figure moved. The invisible figure reappeared, and vermilion blood stained the green bamboo.
The wind ceased, the snow stilled. Fifteen disbelieving figures crashed to the ground, blood gushing from their bodies and dyeing the snow beneath them red.
Not far away, Hong Ling, clad in pink, stared at the scene in disbelief. Her face was full of shock. Just who was this man?
"Spare your life and go deliver a message. Tell your master that today's matter will not end here."
Ning Chen replied coldly, then strode out of the bamboo grove.
Outside the grove, Xin Yu waited quietly. When she saw him emerge, she stepped forward.
"We will not be leaving for now."
Ning Chen looked at the woman before him, a gentle smile appearing on his face.
"Mm."
Xin Yu nodded. Whether they left or stayed did not matter. Wherever he was, that was home.
The two departed and returned by the way they had come. Since trouble could not be avoided, they would settle it once and for all.
Not long after the battle in the bamboo grove ended, a streak of light appeared. Zhao Guoer came to a stop and looked at the figures strewn across the snow, her eyes trembling violently.
"Miss."
Hong Ling knelt on the ground, the shock in