The trees wish to be still, but the wind won't cease.
Xuan Ye traversed through the dark night, slipping through dense forests without touching a leaf, transforming into a black startled swan, escaping into the wilderness.
Searching all the way, yet not a single person from the Immortal Sect was seen.
"Is this it? They don't even know what they're planning. I guess they're planning how to find a living person within the Immortal Sect?"
Xuan Ye sneered and whispered to himself.
As a hunter in the night, one's breath and footsteps must be well controlled, as many can hear even the sound of stones falling from tens of meters away.
And for him, every person he aims to kill belongs to this kind. So he trained to control even his heartbeat, just to ensure the enemy hears not a sound, leaving no trace for them to discover.
A detected assassin must either flee or die, with only these two choices.
