Chu Zhiyuan was full of helplessness.
He had an inexplicable illusion, as though he were accompanying a woman on a shopping trip.
That night, they had killed seven groups of fiends. Three groups had consisted of many fiends, while the remaining four had only two or three each.
Yet she paid no heed to how many fiends there were. She would sneak close, strike without warning, and kill with a single blow.
She was blending her lightness skill, swordsmanship, and the secret art she had just mastered more and more seamlessly, their power growing ever stronger.
By the final two groups, those fiends had died without even knowing what had happened.
One of those groups had contained eight fiends. They had kept their distance from one another in a forest so as not to interfere with each other's meditation, yet she had silently wiped them all out in one breath.
Her assassination techniques were becoming increasingly exquisite and formidable, leaving her unable to contain her excitement.
As daylight fully broke, they were getting farther and farther from the imperial city and could only return.
Were it not for that, she would have kept killing. After an entire night, she did not feel tired in the slightest.
Ding Huanchun hurriedly said, "All right, all right, we'll talk another day. This is..."
"We killed quite a few fiends." Chu Zhiyuan shook his head. "I couldn't be bothered to clean up."
Ding Huanchun's eyes lit up. He chuckled. "Leave it to us. I'll send people to handle it."
Chu Zhiyuan said, "They're too far away. Just clean up those within fifty miles."
He flicked his fingers through the air.
His finger force became a pen, tracing across the ground.
In the blink of an eye, a map appeared on the ground.
On the