Withdrawing his gaze, Bai Yi's eyes locked onto the east wing like a venomous snake, knowing that Li Feiyu, the reckless assassin who came from Cyan Cloud, was in that small courtyard.
A ghostly figure flickered as Bai Yi moved towards the east wing.
The main door of the wing room was not closed, revealing a figure inside wielding a pen; this person was none other than Li Feiyu.
The cold wind howled outside, causing the window lattice to clatter noisily.
A dark shadow approached the person writing inside the study without them noticing, while outside, Bai Yi peered through the gaps in the window lattice, sneering incessantly behind his grotesque human skin mask.
The world knew that Bai Yi possessed extraordinary Lightweight Skills, yet few knew his most outstanding skill was the Stealth Technique—those who truly witnessed it were mostly dead.
Tonight, Li Feiyu before him would be no exception.
