Le Zhao laughed and said, "Then let's go for a walk first, anyway, the meal won't be on the table for a while."
A group of people had just walked out the door when they saw that the surrounding lanterns had all been lit.
Under a thatched hut not far away, several men in black were sitting and drinking tea.
"Oh, they really aren't here for us!"
When Xuan Ying saw the scimitars beside them, he gently stroked his chin.
"It's actually people from the Heavenly Killer Sect!" Xuan Ming frowned, "Could it be that some important person is passing through here today?"
"It shouldn't be any important person," Duan Yunfei said, "those assassins seem to be just ordinary ones, not elite."
"How can you tell?" Shen Qinglan was skeptical.
"Look at their scimitars," Duan Yunfei said in a low voice, "the elite have scimitars with silver-white handles, but these are black. The Heavenly Killer Sect uses black-handled scimitars only for ordinary assassins."
