"Clop, clop..."
On the desolate road paved with yellow mud, a team of assassins rode toward the center where storm clouds gathered.
This squad dispatched by Mu Prince Manor, tasked with assassinating the Empress, was composed of magicians and martial artists.
The former were clad entirely in white, with hoods over their heads, a mourning stick slung across their backs, and a small palm-sized coffin tied to their waists with worn hemp rope—clearly, they belonged to the same sect as the magician who once curse killed Zhao Douan.
The latter were retainers and loyal warriors Mu Prince had been recruiting and keeping in the manor for years.
"Stop!"
The leader of the group was a steward of Mu Prince Manor's private army.
At this moment, he abruptly reined in his mount, glaring ahead as if facing a dire threat.
Beside the road ahead, standing amidst the dirt, was a square-shaped stele of green stone, inscribed with the characters "Baihua."
