Chapter 29: The Assassin Under the Moon
Su Mengzhen said that he handed over the "Bat Prince" matter to Xie Huailing, but in reality, Xie Huailing was not busy with this matter during his fixed two-hour workdays.
She was not skilled in martial arts; at her best, she could probably fight a goose to a draw. Under such circumstances, Xie Huailing would never have tracked down the "Bat Prince" herself. She only did one thing: she was a hands-off manager, telling Chu Liuxiang the information she had obtained and letting him investigate, earning him two thanks for nothing. She then entrusted the investigation of the clues to Yang Wuxie, while she went to do what she considered more important.
Xie Huailing was still reviewing account books and writing official documents, but this time she officially began to take charge of the financial affairs of Jinfeng Xiyu Tower. To achieve great things with Su Mengzhen, money was absolutely essential; the economic base determines the superstructure—an immutable truth. Moreover, having already decided to target Wuzheng Manor, she needed to be fully prepared. She couldn't conjure money, but there were countless ways to make money work for her. Aside from describing her subordinates as incompetent through Su Mengzhen's eyes, her work was progressing smoothly.
However, things don't always go smoothly, and bad news came a few days later.
Someone was cleaning up after "Bat Prince," appearing suddenly. This was unlike any previous cleanup of "Bat Prince's" activities; it showed a much more sophisticated and skillful handling of power compared to his usual methods. The news only reached Xie Huailing that afternoon, and Chu Liuxiang came looking for him that evening.
He, of course, brought bad news. Unable to enter the Golden Wind and Drizzle Pavilion, he chose to deliver the jade pendant Xie Huailing had left him as a token, along with a note that read, "After midnight, a beautiful woman will meet you." The note still carried a faint smell of blood. Although Chu Liuxiang's dashing and romantic nature made it unacceptable for him to have bloodstains on a letter meant for a beauty, Xie Huailing could still tell from it that Chu Liuxiang had encountered something bad, or rather, that he had just escaped death.
Unfortunately, Xie Huailing's original plan for tonight was to see Zhu Qiqi off. After all, Zhu Qiqi was indeed her "friend," and seemingly her first "friend." But Chu Liuxiang's letter couldn't wait, and he himself couldn't wait either. Xie Huailing eventually apologized to Zhu Qiqi and went to see Chu Liuxiang. Zhu Qiqi not only didn't hold it against him, but also gave Xie Huailing a gift.
"I still managed to buy it at Jucailou. There was a girl bidding against me the whole time. Humph, after what happened with Jin Banhua, I'm not going to let her win this time!" That's what Zhu Qiqi said.
What she gave was a herb, a strange-looking one from the Western Regions. She dared to buy it without knowing anything about its effects, thinking that if it might be useful to Su Mengzhen, Xie Huailing could also receive a favor. She didn't know martial arts, and what would she do without Su Mengzhen's care? Zhu Qiqi had always been very concerned about this.
Upon receiving the herbs, Xie Huailing instantly saw through Zhu Qiqi's unspoken thoughts. She sighed, unsure of what to say.
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The night was so dark it was almost impenetrable.
Bianjing City crawled and gasped in the darkness. The bustling alleys of the day were now only filled with the howling wind, swirling the torn paper lanterns of who-knows-where across the bluestone slabs with eerie rustling sounds. Dark clouds pressed heavily on the low, crisscrossing rooftops, like a huge, blood-soaked shroud, illuminated by the distant, dim lights. But the river, disdainful of the well water, only allowed a few glimpses before being swallowed by the deeper darkness.
A dim, yellow lantern shone faintly behind the window of a riverside private room on the top floor. The light was so weak and flickering that it not only failed to dispel the thick darkness, but it was like a dying firefly being bitten by the boundless night, struggling in vain.
Xie Huailing pushed open the slightly ajar wooden door.
A faint, almost imperceptible stench of blood, mingled with the bitterness of herbs, was hidden behind a strong, almost overpowering scent of tulips, which seemed intent on completely masking something. It transformed into a tangible wave, engulfing her. When she looked again, she saw Chu Liuxiang sitting on a soft couch by the window, his figure silhouetted against the flickering light.
He was still wearing that crisp blue robe, but now, white stripes stretched along the edges of the indigo fabric, revealing the source of all the blood. His face was also a little paler than when we last met, and his bright eyes, which always held a spring-like smile, were half-closed, revealing a subtle weariness and an unwillingness to show a seriousness that was hard to detect. The usual lazy smile on his lips had also vanished without a trace.
Xie Huailing spoke first, walking to the wooden chair and sitting down directly, asking bluntly, "Are you badly injured?"
Chu Liuxiang smiled bitterly. He ran his fingers across his nose, opened his eyes and rolled them slightly, but still didn't admit it to Xie Huailing. The wound that could have pierced his chest if he had been a second slower to react was replaced by his words: "It's just a little bit of worldly dust."
Xie Huailing looked at him, seeing right through him. Chu Liuxiang knew she could see right through him, but he still didn't want Xie Huailing to expose him. She didn't understand why such a playboy insisted on this, but thinking that she still had to use Chu Liuxiang as a laborer, she didn't do it: "I brought you medicine."
Anything a beautiful woman says sounds pleasant to Chu Liuxiang, as long as it's not aggressive. And this concern coming from the usually aloof Xie Huailing sounds even more endearing to him. He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his wry smile turned into a genuine one: "Thank you so much, Miss Xie. It would be too inconsiderate of me to refuse such a kind gesture."
After he agreed to accept it, a maid whom Chu Liuxiang had never seen before came in carrying a wooden box containing the medicine Xie Huailing had brought. This maid was also a woman who could catch one's eye, and people who could catch one's eye in this world were usually not too bad-looking.
She was beautiful, undeniably beautiful. Her tall, slender figure exuded an indescribable and irresistible charm that never ceased. But above all, what was most captivating were her cat-like eyes. A single glance at a man would instantly draw his gaze back; that was the extent of her beauty. Yet, she was not to be easily defiled, simply because this stunningly beautiful maid carried a long sword at her waist.
A fine sword is fitting for a beautiful woman, but a sword that a beautiful woman can wear directly at her waist only serves to highlight her power or superb swordsmanship. She stood behind Xie Huailing, so the reason she carried a sword could only be the latter. She was a first-rate swordswoman, and her beauty was imbued with a sharp sword aura; any man who dared to harass her would be killed instantly.
Chu Liuxiang sighed: "In the first half of my life, I considered myself to have seen countless beauties, but none of them could compare to the two ladies of the Golden Wind and Fine Rain Pavilion. Miss Xie, and who is this?"
Xie Huailing pushed the wooden box to Chu Liuxiang and said, "Shaman is a new maid my cousin assigned to me. Even female swordsmen from Mount Hua and Mount Emei, none of them her age can defeat her. But, Thief Master, what happened? Tell me as soon as possible."
The first part of her statement was a lie, but the second part wasn't entirely true; Shaman did indeed possess such martial arts skills. This girl was redeemed from human traffickers by Su Zhemu before he died. The trafficker was of a very special status; he wasn't a high-ranking official or nobleman, but Shaman's own brother, her biological brother. At that time, Shaman was just one step away from being sold into a brothel by her own blood relative. Fortunately, Su Zhemu rescued her, allowing Shaman to grow up in the Golden Wind and Fine Rain Pavilion.
Driven by revenge and a desire to repay Su Zhemu, Shaman honed her swordsmanship for years, achieving great mastery at the age of eighteen. She was then sent out of the capital by Su Mengzhen, and in the same year, she rose to the position of head steward of the Golden Wind and Fine Rain Pavilion, where she personally murdered her brother. From then on, Shaman had no more attachments in this world, devoting herself solely to repaying Su Zhemu's kindness. Since Su Zhemu was dead, and it was Su Mengzhen who had mentored her, she vowed to repay him with her life.
However, because she was away from home for many years, Su Mengzhen only recently realized her feelings and summoned her back to Xie Huailing's side to serve as her assistant. Due to the long journey, Shaman only arrived today and had to disguise herself as a maid to go out with Xie Huailing, so strictly speaking, Shaman is Xie Huailing's deputy.
Chu Liuxiang sighed at the abundance of talent at Jinfeng Xiyu Tower, then said nothing more. The throbbing wounds on his body still reminded him of his recent return from the gates of the Underworld, so he spoke frankly: "Last night at the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), I encountered the 'Bat Prince'."
It turned out that after receiving the message from Xie Huailing, he had been wandering around the capital, following the clues from the Golden Wind and Drizzle Pavilion to find the "Bat's" trail. Chu Liuxiang, who had risen to prominence in the martial arts world at such a young age, possessed both intelligence and courage, and quickly noticed something amiss last night. The room was pitch black at the time, and the people inside had already finished their conversation; he only heard the last few sentences and guessed their identities.
Chu Liuxiang was preoccupied with the truth; he couldn't forget the faces of those tragically murdered girls even for a day. He immediately made a decision: he would follow them to investigate. The unexpected turn of events led him to discover two people inside the house, both exceptionally skilled. One of them, younger than Chu Liuxiang, moved with incredible agility and grace even in the darkness, as if divinely aided. Given that Chu Liuxiang's lightness skill was unmatched among his peers, he too could hear the sounds and engage the two in combat.
Fortunately, Chu Liuxiang's lightness skill was superior in the end. He dodged the killing move without suffering serious injuries and escaped. Later, when Su Rongrong applied medicine to him, he recalled the outline of the young man in black, and it matched the information about the "Bat Prince" by about 80-90%.
After hearing his words, Xie Huailing, being exceptionally intelligent, immediately sensed something amiss: "How could someone so cautious, keeping their whereabouts completely hidden after entering the capital, suddenly appear late at night with only a subordinate... Both you and I act discreetly, so 'Bat Prince' couldn't have noticed. Did you hear their conversation? What were they saying?"
Chu Liuxiang then said, "That's the strangest part. The person with 'Brother Bat' is probably not his subordinate. The last conversation I overheard them last night was an argument. I couldn't hear the specifics, but I could tell that the person didn't really agree with 'Brother Bat'."
Xie Huailing didn't need to think for long. She nodded slightly and said, "That's right. This makes sense for 'Bat Prince's' behavior. Besides our actions, he's also encountered trouble, and his actions have been restricted."
Then, as if she had a connection to something, a dark color, like the shimmering gold of daylight, surged in her chest, though the colors were opposite. She suddenly thought of someone.
The moonlight outside the window had been obscured by a thin layer of clouds. Before Xie Huailing could piece together the clues, Shaman's hand, which had been casually resting on the edge of the table, flashed back. She grabbed Xie Huailing beside her and dragged her behind her, a sense of foreboding prompting her to utter her first words of the night: "Miss—"
It wasn't that the wind was unusual; that subtle wind sound had always been there.
It's not a change in fragrance, but a subtle scent intertwined with the cool chill of the night dew.
It wasn't even murderous intent—at that instant, there was absolutely no murderous intent!
Chu Liuxiang's smile froze on his face. He only had time to utter a short warning before his body lurched backward like a taut bowstring. It was a window, not a door. Along with the tattered window paper, it shattered with a deafening roar. Countless wood chips and fragments, like a black rainstorm, carried a shadow darker and purer than the night itself, piercing straight in.
The one who entered was a man dressed in black. His clothes were as black as ink, tightly binding his lean, iron-like body. His face was completely unmasked; it was an extremely young yet extremely pale face, as if it had never seen the sun, with a sickly, corpse-like bluish-gray tinge beneath his skin. His lips were very thin, and his features, which should have been delicate, were completely ruined by his eyes—empty and lifeless, reflecting only a cold death, yet still retaining a pinpoint sharpness, ready to pierce Chu Liuxiang.
His movements weren't quite perfect, but their ruthlessness was unprecedented. The moment he landed, without pausing or even adjusting his balance, a dark, cold light, carrying a chilling aura, precisely, coldly, and without any fancy moves, pierced straight for Chu Liuxiang's throat.
This is a sword strike that is simple to the extreme. It contains nothing else, as if the purpose of this person's existence is solely for this one sword strike!
Chu Liuxiang's eyes widened. He saw it clearly, very clearly. The cold light was a sword, but it only became a flash of cold light because the person in front of him was too fast.
But his reaction was just as swift and precise. His body, leaning back, twisted unpredictably in mid-air, like a drifting catkin, narrowly avoiding a fatal sword strike. Simultaneously, his folding fan unfurled with a "whoosh," transforming the paper fan into a shield. The fan's surface slashed precisely at the black-clad man's sword-wielding wrist, the angle tricky, the force heavy. Then, in a counter-attack, his left hand struck the black-clad man's pressure points.
The man in black's short sword was deflected, and he took another blow from Chu Liuxiang, but his movements did not falter. Missing his first attack, he shifted his feet strangely, skirting the ground to Chu Liuxiang's flank. His sword flashed again, this time like a forked serpent, simultaneously stabbing at three vital points under Chu Liuxiang's ribs.
Chu Liuxiang's folding fan danced, sometimes parrying, sometimes blocking, sometimes deflecting, sometimes deflecting. The fan in his hand formed a gray curtain, protecting him impenetrably. His movements were incredibly elusive, shifting and dodging within a small space, seemingly on the verge of collapse, yet always managing to evade the black-clad man's sword at the last second. Under the lamplight, their figures almost blurred into intertwined phantoms, the sounds of folding fans clashing with swords as dense as a sudden downpour.
Amidst all this sparks flying, one person has clearly been forgotten.
She went unnoticed because she was so beautiful; few cared about her sword, only her beauty. However, being ignored comes at a price.
Without the slightest hesitation or delay, seizing the opportune moment, the sword at Shaman's waist seemed to awaken like a sleeping silver dragon, striking straight at the heart of the attack. The sword light was not vast and boundless, but rather condensed into a swift starlight. She knew her weaknesses and strengths; this strike had no unnecessary variations. A woman's swordsmanship seeks speed and advantage, aiming directly at the exposed weakness in the black-clad man's back. The timing, angle, and speed were all exquisitely perfect.
Three completely different yet equally fierce forces collided violently, nearly tearing the roof off. The internal energy slammed into the surroundings, seemingly turning even the tables and chairs into dust.
This round is a break, but the next round will begin.
"Wait a minute."
It's Xie Huailing.
She pierced through all the murderous intent, leaning casually against the old armchair, her posture barely shifting. Holding a cup full of tea in her hands, she calmly gazed at the three men, their swords drawn. The two vermilion dots beneath her eyelids shone brightly in the flickering, dim lamplight, so red they seemed about to drip.
Words possess astonishing power, truly cleaving the entangled fight. Without hesitation, Shaman sheathed her sword, retreated behind her, and watched the two men still locked in a stalemate. Chu Liuxiang sighed slightly, also retracting his folding fan and patting his collar; his wound was throbbing. It was more accurate to say that Xie Huailing had indeed chosen a good time. Only the man in black remained, his sword still raised. The fabric on his left shoulder had been ripped open by Shaman, revealing a gruesome, mangled wound. He remained motionless, waiting for Xie Huailing to continue.
She saw through his identity; not having met him before didn't hinder her quick wit: "'The Soul-Searching Shadowless Sword, a Single Red Dot in the Central Plains'."
Zhongyuan Yidianhong fell silent. The bloodthirsty green light in his eyes dimmed, and he had already acknowledged his identity through silence. His obsession with killing had also faded. Without that ruthlessness, he was more like a corpse walking in the world.
Xie Huailing spoke again: "You want to kill Chu Liuxiang."
"Yes." He had no reason not to admit it. Assassins were always risking their lives. Zhongyuan Yidianhong turned to Chu Liuxiang and said, "Someone is willing to pay for your life."
Chu Liuxiang smiled, his injury not disturbing his composure: "I have long heard of the skills of 'Central Plains Red Dot,' and your swordsmanship is indeed superb. It is a pity that you were unable to kill me within the thirteen sword strikes."
Zhongyuan Yidianhong snorted coldly and asked him, "Then tell me how many swords I stabbed you with."
Chu Liuxiang still smiled: "You know the Thirty-Six Swords better than I do."
His sword strike was spot on, and Zhongyuan Yidianhong fell silent again. It wasn't that he admitted defeat or felt inferior; rather, he was someone who didn't like to expend too much energy. Killing wasn't a troublesome thing, or at least it shouldn't be.
"I must kill you," Zhongyuan Yidianhong said in the end.
Chu Liuxiang lamented his fate. Last night he encountered the Bat Prince, and tonight, the Central Plains' Little Red had come knocking on his door. He couldn't figure out who had hired him, and he knew he might as well quit his life. But he still smiled, as Chu Liuxiang always managed to smooth things over: "But sir, I have no grudge against you. I've often heard that if you need a killer, just find Little Red. As long as you pay enough, you can even kill your own flesh and blood. Tonight, I'll offer double the price. Please be merciful."
Zhongyuan Yidianhong didn't appreciate his kindness and coldly said, "I don't do this kind of business!"
He was a cold-blooded killer. Cold-bloodedness was important, but being a killer was still the most important thing. Since he was going to keep killing, he wouldn't do something so foolish as to destroy his own Great Wall. Zhongyuan Yidianhong was still a world apart from a fool.
Chu Liuxiang shook his head. If he were to encounter someone like Zhongyuan Yidianhong on a normal day, he would definitely have a good chat with him. But what he needed to do now was to find a way to lure him away, and absolutely not to start a fight again.
While he was pondering, Xie Huailing finished yawning. Her eyes darted around, and because she was a beauty, it was a very pleasing sight. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Zhongyuan Yidianhong and raised an eyebrow slightly.
She said, "If you don't do this business, you can't do 'this' business."
These words were resounding and domineering, leaving no room for negotiation. She herself had interrupted the tense atmosphere, and now she was going to pick it up again. Shaman's hand was on the hilt of her sword, which made Chu Liuxiang turn his head to look at her. He saw that she still didn't sit properly, and her eyes were only half open.
What is Xie Huailing thinking?
Xie Huailing has already made up her mind.
Making decisions is not difficult for her, planning is not difficult for her, and the assassination of allies and the relentless harassment of outsiders are not difficult for her either. Give her a moment, and that's enough. In that moment, whether they are assassins or knights-errant, whether their origins are unclear or their moves are unknown, a smart person has a smart way of living.
She said, "This is a business deal that will kill you if you do it, do you even realize that?"
Zhongyuan Yidianhong stared at her: "You want to kill me?"
"Kill you?" Xie Huailing smirked as if he had heard a boring joke, his lip curling to the side, his sarcasm flowing naturally. "I mean, you're courting death. And you're being pushed to your death, dying a meaningless death, like a rag that's been used and then thrown away."
She ignored Chu Liuxiang's gaze, a mixture of surprise and inquiry, and seemed oblivious to Shaman's hand poised on the hilt of her sword. Her gaze remained fixed on Zhongyuan Yidianhong's pale, lifeless face, scrutinizing a weapon on the verge of being rendered unusable.
Xie Huailing threw out an empty bait: "You're not the first. A group of people before you took this job and wanted to kill Chu Liuxiang. But they didn't succeed; they only managed to leave a wound on Chu Liuxiang."
She paused after speaking, observing him. Zhongyuan Yidianhong's eyes were still empty, but the knuckles of his fingers gripping the sword were taut. So she continued, "So they all died, without a burial place. Their bones may be in some dark, sunless place, fed on something that can't bear the light."
"But even if things succeed and Chu Liuxiang's head rolls, they will still die, because they are just like you."
Xie Huailing took a sip of tea, speaking as if she were discussing the weather, as if she truly had the confidence: "The most pathetic thing about an assassin is this: you can kill without a care in the world because you have no attachments, but if you kill without a care, you will undoubtedly be used. The treacherous intentions of people are far beyond what a sword in your hand can match. Don't pretend you're oblivious; in the end, you'll even kill yourself. Zhongyuan Yidianhong, do you know who hired you?"
Zhongyuan Yidianhong doesn't know.
His knuckles were white as he gripped the sword, though he tried to hide it on his face. But in Xie Huailing's eyes, his eyes and his movements betrayed him. In the flicker of his gaze, his sharpness vanished. The employer, dressed in black and concealing his identity, weighed heavily on his mind, and doubt, once planted, would take root and sprout.
Xie Huailing put down his teacup and said, "Then let me tell you. 'Bat Prince' harms the weak, bullies others, and doesn't dare to come out on stage. The person who hired you to work for him is such a disgusting person who can't even be shown in public. Zhongyuan Yidianhong, your life is worth more than his."
"I'm saving you." She concluded firmly and without question. "Before your knife is stained with Chu Liuxiang's blood, before you truly step into that deadly trap, if you pull yourself out, there's still a glimmer of hope."
The inn was deathly silent, save for the sounds of hurried escape carried on the night wind. A glint of light flashed in Chu Liuxiang's eyes; he was astonished by Xie Huailing's ability to conjure up cards out of thin air and reverse the course of events. Shaman maintained her cold expression, but her grip on the sword hilt had subtly loosened; she realized that her mistress didn't need her to lift a finger.
Zhongyuan Yidianhong's empty gaze swept across Xie Huailing's calm, expressionless face, trying to find any flaw, any trace of deception. However, this woman before him was too strange. She was languid, nonchalant, and didn't seem to think much of him, yet she exuded an arrogant confidence of complete control in every gesture. Her eyes showed him nothing; she was more like a snake than he was.
"Why should I believe you? You could be lying to me." His voice was hoarse and dry.
Xie Huailing chuckled. Although she was sitting, she seemed to be looking down at the assassin.
She only gave him three words: "I don't need to."
Those three simple words were utterly arrogant, leaving Zhongyuan Yidianhong speechless for a moment. But this unwavering confidence, like a bolt of lightning, shattered the last vestige of doubt in Zhongyuan Yidianhong's heart. A woman so intelligent, so beautiful, so powerful—she wouldn't stoop to fabricating a clumsy lie at a time like this. Or rather, why would she need to fabricate a lie? Was there anything in this world that she needed to lie to obtain?
He himself might not even be worth a lie from her.
Zhongyuan Yidianhong's silence this time was longer than ever before. Beneath his silence surged complex emotions: doubt, wavering... His indifference to death was overwhelmed by the instinct for survival. He seemed to be about to die, yet he was also weighing the question of life and death.
Xie Huailing waited patiently. She knew the time was right.
"Believe me or not, it doesn't matter," she said again. "You just need to wait a month, one month. If the Bat Prince dies after a month, this deal will naturally be void. Your life will be saved. Of course, if he doesn't die, you can go and kill Chu Liuxiang then, I won't stop you. It's just another month, isn't your life worth more than a month?"
"Who are you?" After a long while, Zhongyuan Yidianhong suddenly asked.
Xie Huailing chuckled a second time: "I don't need to, and naturally I don't need to tell you."
Chu Liuxiang, listening from the side, almost clapped in admiration. The fact that Zhongyuan Yidianhong could ask such a question meant he already believed it. Xie Huailing had staged a near-perfect scheme of getting something for nothing, sacrificing nothing, not even having any bargaining chips, yet using just a few words to buy him some breathing room; without revealing his identity or spending a single penny, he bought a top assassin's temporary withdrawal, in exchange for a month of him evading responsibility and standing by—this was utterly unimaginable.
Zhongyuan Yidianhong stared at Xie Huailing for a few moments, his eyes filled with complex and unfathomable emotions. In the end, he said nothing, his figure flickered, and like a ghost, he silently slipped out of the window and disappeared into the deep night of Bianjing.
The tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed. Chu Liuxiang let out a long sigh of relief, clutching the throbbing wound under his ribs, and cupped his hands in a wry smile to Xie Huailing: "Miss Xie, thank you so much for tonight. If it weren't for your quick thinking, I'm afraid I would have been fighting with this Brother Yidianhong in this inn until dawn."
Then, his usual smug smile turned hesitant, and he lowered his voice: "But... what you just said, about the lie about the previous group of assassins, and the actions of 'Bat Prince,' what if Yi Dian Hong investigates afterward..."
Xie Huailing leaned back in her armchair, as if the conversation had never happened. She picked up the teapot, then put it down in disappointment, caring more about the cold tea than about Zhongyuan Yidianhong, whom she had deceived: "He can't find out. Bat Prince's actions are a hundred times more secretive than rats in the gutter. Zhongyuan Yidianhong can't even find his whereabouts, so how can he verify my words? All he can find out are the disgusting things 'Bat' has done, and this horrific evidence will only make him believe me more, and believe that his employer is such a ruthless scourge."
She downed the remaining tea in her cup in one gulp, as if savoring the lingering effects of her earlier scheming, and continued, "And his investigation will leave him with a clue, making 'Bat Prince' even more suspicious. Since his plan is also not going smoothly, his investigation into Zhongyuan Yidianhong will only be more intense, leaving us with even more clues. As for 'Bat Prince's' death a month later... of course he will die."
Xie Huailing hummed softly. She had an unexpected gain tonight, but she could only tell Su Mengzhen about it. For now, she would first pull Shaman's hand and bring the puzzled Shaman closer to her head.
She said, "We'll take our leave tonight. Xiang Shuai, remember to treat your wounds. Oh, and Shaman, next time I yell 'Wait!', don't stop."
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Ms. Xie: Even if there's a chance of something going wrong, let's see if we can beat Su Mengzhen first.
The results are in!
The story alters Shaman's life trajectory. In this version, Shaman has avenged her great grudge and is free, so she doesn't have the weariness and world-weariness of the original character. If I remember correctly, in the original work, she was also a top-notch swordsman. Although her master might have been Gong Jiu, her own talent was definitely exceptional, especially given that she had a firm goal.
Speaking of Gong Jiu, after the adaptation of Wen Shu, other villains were weakened, but this BT feels like an epic buff... Whatever, I've given him some very interesting scenes.
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