This was a man dressed in Tang attire, and although he spoke casually, King Yan quivered all over.
"Who are you?"
"It seems I haven't been to the capital for too long, no one remembers me anymore."
"Horse Treads on Flying Swallow!"
King Yan froze for a moment, his face dramatically changed.
"It's you!"
He exclaimed in shock.
"It seems you do remember, ah, ten years ago, I spared your life, and you've lived an extra ten years."
"I didn't think you'd still be so hard to teach."
At these words, King Yan's face turned exceedingly ugly.
As a top assassin, the incident from ten years ago, had become the shame of his life!
That year, he had made quite the name for himself in the capital and had taken a bounty to kill a wealthy man steeped in sin.
But unexpectedly, he was injured by a young bodyguard beside the wealthy man and nearly lost his life.
It was only because he was saved by Chen Mingjun that he owed him a favor.