Su Yingxue's heart skipped a beat. There were so many people?
Zi Wei shielded her, and seeing her counting the figures, he promptly informed her, "Nineteen."
"Hmm? How do you know?" Su Yingxue leaned against his shoulder, her exquisite eyes brimming with curiosity.
"Because he used to be one of them, the finest assassin of our Silver Moon Pavilion." Hong Lian smiled, her fingers trailing along a strand of hair that fell to her right, "He's number one, and these are the remaining nineteen. They're ranked based on their abilities, from one to twenty."
"What number one! His name is Zi Wei!" Su Yingxue retorted coldly to Hong Lian while guarding her food.
"Zi Wei?" Hong Lian's lips curled into a mocking smile, "Having a name doesn't change anything. He's still just an assassin! Unworthy of being human. Su Yingxue, care to guess how long number one here can hold out against the remaining Nineteen?"
Hong Lian's tone carried a strong threat.