Night had fallen, and a gentle breeze brushed past, but the Moyun Workshop was bustling with excitement.
Members of the night patrol were closing in on Zhao Zuo, forming hand seals as they prepared to move against Zhou Wushuang nearby. Logically, the most rational choice for her now was to retreat.
'But... Zhou Wushuang refused.'
'She had to kill Zhao Zuo to feel any satisfaction...'
"Die."
The blood-red shadow crossed twenty meters in an instant, appearing beside Zhao Zuo in the blink of an eye. The black dagger in her hand, like a viper striking, aimed for Zhao Zuo's heart from an impossibly cunning angle.
CLANG.
Zhao Zuo had drawn his Hidden Blade Giant Sword to block the attacking black dagger. Resigning himself to fate was one thing, but giving up the fight was another entirely.
