Inside the old little café, the atmosphere was as heavy as lead.
The young man set down his coffee, an inscrutable smile on his lips. His gaze roamed brazenly over Fei Yaoyu. Her figure was not particularly graceful, yet it was so eye-catching that it could stir a human's most primal reactions.
As the Hidden Kill Sect's Number One of the Xuan Rank assassins, Xuanyi was certainly not someone who could not resist lust.
In fact, his eyes held intense scrutiny. His arrogant behavior was merely a way of testing her.
"Hehe~"
Fei Yaoyu merely smiled again without a word, but she had already made her stance clear.
Naturally, Tang Yi had never truly intended to ask someone else to speak for her. Not only were they not close enough for that, but even if Fei Yaoyu were willing, she could not possibly do such a thing.
"What if I insist on protecting him?"
Her voice was icy.
"Until we dig out your secrets, we won't kill the Mystery Sect's last successor. But you can't shoulder the karma surrounding this man either." Xuanyi sneered.
"It has always been our Hidden Kill Sect recording other people's information. No one has ever dared photograph our faces, because everyone who did became a corpse."
"That is the Hidden Kill Sect's rule."
This is bad...
Tang Yi's heart sank.
If it were only Xuanyi, she could still find ways to maneuver around him. But now that he had brought up the Hidden Kill Sect's rules, things had become troublesome.
"Xuanyi, that isn't your real face either, is it? Must you push things this far?" she spoke again.
"If you relent, I can give you a secret art of the Mystery Sect."
With Tang Yi's personality, she would not have yielded so easily, but Jiang