"Kill me, and you think you're worthy?"
Just as the Head of the Assassins lunged forward with his sword, Yan Wanqing lifted her foot and kicked straight into his chest, and the ropes that had bound her dropped to the ground.
She pulled off the cloth from her eyes and casually tossed it aside, her red lips curving slightly.
"It seems that nowadays, any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to assassinate the Commandery Princess," Yan Wanqing said, rubbing her hands together and staring at the assassin, her peach blossom eyes filled with murderous intent. "Will you confess on your own, or shall we wait until we enter the Stormy Building?"
"What Stormy Building?" The Head of the Assassins felt he'd heard words he shouldn't have.
Wasn't that the number one assassination organization in the martial world?
Could it be...
The Head of the Assassins' eyes widened.
