The Assassination outside Misty Cloud Pavilion

Within a two-story private pavilion slightly closer to the Misty Cloud Pavilion, there was a table with wine and food placed on it. Currently, there was only Qian Gan Xue seated here.

His plump body sat on a stool. It was rare that he was not accompanied by any beauty or female servant. As he drank, he would look outside the window absentmindedly. His gaze was cast in the direction of the distant Misty Cloud Pavilion. He was clear how important the assassination plan this time was, at least for him since his life was at stake! Failure was not an option.

'I only have a single chance. If I fail, the entire Ying Shan Clan will be infuriated, and it is impossible for me to find a second chance. My master will no longer give me another opportunity either.' Qian Gan Xue thought.

"Zhi ya."