Mo Ya and Bai Feng knelt on one knee, their heads lowered and their eyes downcast, silently awaiting orders from the men seated above them. More than a dozen senior members of Nightfall knelt behind them.
Great General Ji Wuye had died at his residence the night before. Although neither the cause of his death nor his killer had been mentioned, everyone from Nightfall present understood that their master was now Bai Yifei rather than Ji Wuye. They had little objection, for Nightfall had always been sustained chiefly by Bai Yifei.
One of the men seated above them was none other than Bai Yifei, the Marquis of the Crimson Blood, who had previously left for the Border Pass. His expression was cold and sinister as he surveyed the kneeling members of Nightfall.
"My lord, you should have told me sooner. My heart nearly pounded out of my chest!" Jade Tiger stood to one side, his face ingratiating and his tone faintly aggrieved.
Bai Yifei regarded Jade Tiger impassively and said coolly, "If I had told you sooner, would you have obeyed me so willingly?"
Although they were both among Nightfall's Four Fierce Generals, everyone knew that besides Great General Ji Wuye, its master in the open, Nightfall also had a master in the shadows: Bai Yifei, the Marquis of the Crimson Blood.
Otherwise, how could a stubborn old fool like Ji Wuye have qualified to become Han's Great General? Had it not been for Bai Yifei supporting him from the shadows, he would never have held that position, though he himself had been unaware of it.
Nightfall was the most powerful organization in Han. Like the darkness of night, it shrouded the entire kingdom in a blackness so deep that one could not see a hand before one's face. Even