Bai Zihan walked slowly, hands tucked into his sleeves, his long robe brushing lightly against the dirt.
Beside him, Kong Zhanghong kept pace, his expression grim, eyes occasionally scanning the rooftops and alleyways.
At the moment, they were on their way to the place Kong Zhanghong had found, which might be connected to the assassins sent to kill Bai Zihan, one year ago.
"Young Master, it might not be the organization that sent the assassins to kill you and Miss Bai Xinyue," Kong Zhanghong said quietly.
"Black Lantern Society operates mostly in the outer prefectures of the Capital—espionage, smuggling, contract killings. But they're not strong. They don't have the resources or cultivation to deploy several Soul Formation experts… much less Spirit Severing Realm cultivators."
Bai Zihan's gaze didn't waver.
"But?"
