Yan Xing rode his horse forward a few steps, and the armsmen in front automatically dispersed. They had all just witnessed the power of Yan Xing's magic and were convinced the assassin no longer possessed the ability to threaten him.
The horse stopped in front of the elf.
The dying elf stubbornly raised her head to meet Yan Xing's gaze, blood pooling on the ground beneath her.
Yan Xing asked the elf assassin, "Why did you want to kill me?"
The elf assassin smiled faintly. "You are a human, I am an elf. Do I need a reason to kill you?"
The assassin's tone was light, but one could feel the deep hatred within it.
Yan Xing could understand, yet he couldn't fully grasp the depth of it.
Looking at the expressions of the human warriors around, there was not a trace of pity.
Yan Xing continued to ask, "Did you kill Priest Temple?"
The elf assassin knew she was bound to die today and took all the responsibility. "I killed him..."
