Zhen Nan Palace.
Main hall within.
Resplendent like the Imperial Palace.
Dragon-carved stone pillars, coated with gold paint, dragon heads fierce, lifelike.
Copper lamps are lit on the dragon-carved stone pillars, filling every corner of the main hall with light, leaving almost no shadowy dead spots.
Yi Lin's shadow moved along the stone pillars, stealthily maneuvering, quickly hiding atop the beam.
Yi Lin had just climbed the beam when he sensed something was off.
A group of men in black lay on the beam like hibernating turtles, holding their breath, motionless.
"Managed to evade the perception of telekinesis? What skills, Turtle Breathing Technique?"
Yi Lin was taken aback.
These men in black were small-framed, their waists bulging, hiding weapons. Lying in the shadows, they were like shadows themselves, hard to detect.
"Are these the professional assassins from Bodhisattva Tower?"
