Noise filled the Golden Tower, but outside, all was silent.
Zhang Chu, an incense master of the Nether God Sect, had a saber hanging at his waist. He quietly leaped up onto the eaves along the rear wall and crept soundlessly along it.
Although Zhang Chu believed He Can only feared Xie Jinhuan like a tiger because he had been scared out of his wits, Xie Jinhuan's past exploits were plain to see. He was clearly a ruthless character with genuine strength.
Thus, even though no one would anticipate his assassination attempt, Zhang Chu remained on his utmost guard.
He first surveyed the interior of the Golden Tower. Finding Xie Jinhuan absent, he checked the guest rooms on the second floor one by one.
What Zhang Chu had not expected, however, was just how vigilant Xie Jinhuan was.
As he passed a window, he heard nothing at all. After he went past it, however, an almost imperceptible sound came from within:
Whoosh...
The faint sound of a blade lifting slightly and cutting through the air.
Although the sound was extremely faint, only a wall separated them, making it perfectly clear.
!!
Zhang Chu's heart jolted violently. He flashed past the window, then froze!
Meanwhile, inside the room.
Han Jingchuan and the others concealed themselves with the Turtle-Breathing Technique, leaning against the wall and waiting quietly.
After roughly half a quarter-hour, they had detected no movement outside, only to see a black shadow flash past the window like a ghost.
??
Caught off guard, a Hundred-Household Commander beside Lu Qian narrowed his eyes and lifted his saber slightly.
With his back against the wall, Han Jingchuan's heart rose into his throat. As he tried to work out who was outside the window, a spine-chilling sensation welled up within him!
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