Nan Shu Cheng’s Celebration Banquet

The cold wind lightly brushed Nan Hua's bloody cheek.

She didn't stay there for a long time as her body agilely jumped down and landed on the ground soon afterwards. Her bloodstained sword was lightly wiped to the clothes of the assassin before her. She would like to use her own clothes, but it was damp with blood as it is.

She would only dirty her sword more.

Once it was clean, she sheathed the sword once more and disappeared from the scene.

Swish!

Not long after Nan Hua disappeared, several people had arrived on the scene and looked at the dead assassins on the ground. At the back, Lin Yuan was panting as he tried to catch up with these professional's speed.

"Can't you slow down a bit?" Lin Yuan asked with grieving tone.