At the alley entrance, a black-clad, silver-masked man stood there, his posture tall and straight, his black clothes fluttering without wind.
An intimidating chill permeated around him, swirling as if freezing the surrounding sunlight.
Passersby glanced furtively, unconsciously quickening their pace.
Only after walking a distance did they turn back for another look, whispering:
"Who is that person? So terrifying! Like a god of death."
"Stop talking, let's go quickly, if he hears us, it'll be terrible."
Feng Xuan hid in the shadows, quietly watching his master's back, repeatedly wiping cold sweat from his forehead.
Sir, please stop staring!
If you keep staring, rumors of an assassin leader entering the capital will spread by tomorrow, and you won't be able to wear that outfit again.
Shen Mubai doesn't know the princess's identity, he probably just intervened out of righteous indignation.
Is this really necessary?
...
Deep in the alley.
