Shen Kuan watched the middle-aged man, who seemed utterly unconcerned.
The man apparently had no wish to speak to him either, so Shen Kuan did not invite a snub.
Everyone in Bianjing knew the Blood Moon Hall was full of madmen. Pay the right price, and they would strike at a member of the Nine Great Surnames—even a teacher from the Academy. Those lawless lunatics feared nothing.
Years ago, the Blood Moon Hall had assassinated the Academy's Third Teacher in broad daylight, shaking all of Bianjing.
The Blood Moon Hall had nearly been torn out by the roots!
Shen Kuan wanted nothing to do with the Blood Moon Hall.
The Blood Moon Hall's assassins fell into three tiers. At the top were the Blood Moons, whose badges were blood-red jade pendants. The strongest among them had reached the Martial Upper Three Realms or, among Primordial Spirit cultivators, had kindled Divine Fire.
The second tier carried iron badges. Its members had reached the Martial Middle Three Realms or cultivated a Primordial Spirit without yet kindling Divine Fire.
His cultivation is probably about the same as mine.
Shen Kuan's gaze rested briefly on the iron badge in the middle-aged man's hand. So the man was a second-tier assassin.
To hire someone like him...
Xie Renfeng must have paid a considerable sum.
What puzzled Shen Kuan was this: weren't the Blood Moon Hall's assassins supposed to dress entirely in black?
This middle-aged man wore a white robe beneath a snow-white fur cloak, with a snow-white collar. Wasn't that a little too conspicuous?
He looked less like an assassin than an idle lord from one of the Nine Great Surnames.
Shen Kuan shook his head and stopped dwelling on it.
He had only come to kill Xie Guan. He wanted no part in anything