"Master, Pu Jing!"
Bian Xuan closed his eyes, and two trails of bloody tears streamed down.
He possessed profound martial arts and a reputation known throughout the Capital City. He had thought he could toy with people's hearts, even win the princess's favor, and spread the Brahma Dharma.
Yet with one cold imperial decree, the entire Brahma Sect had proved as fragile as paper.
Reputation, sect, prestige—none could withstand a single blow. How tragic, how lamentable!
Even the supposedly boundless Brahma Dharma seemed to have no effect at all.
"Pfft!" He spat out a mouthful of blood. Bian Xuan could no longer maintain Brahma Samadhi and awoke from meditation, his body tilting slightly forward. Just as he raised a hand to wipe the blood from his lips, the cloth curtain stirred and a gust of wind swept in.
"Who?" The instant Bian Xuan opened his eyes, he knew something was wrong.
The door to the room where he had been meditating had originally been left slightly ajar. Now, it had been pushed open halfway.
When he looked over, he saw someone standing outside the half-open door, leaning against its side as though leisurely waiting for him to awaken.
Bian Xuan's heart tightened. This person had appeared as ghostlike as a phantom. Clearly, he had come with ill intent!
This was Prince Dai's Residence!
Although he had deliberately chosen a remote place far from the main courtyard for the sake of peace and quiet, this courtyard was still within Prince Dai's Residence. Over the past month, the residence had appeared lax outside while remaining tightly guarded within. No ordinary petty thief could have entered silently!
Bian Xuan was a deeply composed man. In an instant, he calmed down. Through the flickering moonlight, he could see that the person outside wore green