The assassin looked at the young boy before him.
At Li Guanyi's age, it was the time when a young man's body grew most rapidly. In the past few months, his diet had been sufficiently assured, and coupled with his martial arts training, he had shot up in stature—fierce and commanding.
His brows were like swords and his eyes like stars, with a mole at the corner of his eye.
On a girl, it would be a standard beauty mark, but on him it somehow mitigated the sharpness of the youth's aura.
The assassin's pupils contracted violently, and the dusty scenes in his mind emerged again—the burning palace, the man who maintained his dignity till the end, and that sword, with edges sharp as himself...
"You, you..."
His voice trembled.
Li Guanyi took a step forward, demanding, "Who gave the orders? Who is after them, and why? Who are my parents? Where are they?"
"My parents, my aunt, and me!"
"What have we gotten involved in?"