Shasheng never thought anyone knew of his existence. As an assassin, his ability to remain hidden was exceptional, and he was confident that among all assassins, his skill in concealment ranked within the top three. But in the next moment, Wu Tian's gaze shifted directly to where he was hidden. Their eyes met, and Wu Tian's bone-chillingly cold stare sent a shiver through Shasheng's heart.
Qin Yuhan and the others couldn't help but follow Wu Tian's gaze. They saw only a tree, apparently with no one there. Shasheng, however, knew he had been discovered. Still, he felt only a momentary tinge of panic. After all, his Qinggong was his greatest source of pride.
Since he had been discovered, Shasheng simply walked out from behind the large tree. Unlike most assassins, he wasn't wearing a mask. He looked refined, wore glasses, and was dressed in a shirt. At first glance, he seemed more like an intellectual than a criminal. The sword in his hand was the only thing that betrayed him.
