Accept your Death

The Sun had just risen, shedding down gold light rays that embraced this thousand year old city.

It was the busiest city of the Zhou Dynasty after all. Since the morning, there had been plenty of people and horses crowding the street, looking clamorous.

Nobody knew at the time that an assassination was about to erupt. Nobody noticed that a man in a black robe was slowly strolling on the street in the same manner he strolled in his backyard - casually and at ease.

It was Ling Xian.

Ever since he achieved his small milestone and after Feng Qing Ming gave him the finished Speedy Shift Array, he left the Painting of the Nine Immortals. By the second day, which was now, he entered this capital city.

Because the assassination hadn't started, he wasn't really nervous. He planned on walking around a few times before he went and decapitated the Third Prince's head.

"Seven years passed in the blink of an eye."