Han Yan's gaze instinctively shifted to the corner of the assassin's garment, where a pattern composed of a dozen stars caught her eye. Though subtle, it set off a tempest in her mind.
This pattern was somewhat different from the one on the last assassin's clothing, but the embroidery clearly came from the same hand. If put together, perhaps they would form another constellation.
Han Yan didn't think twice and attacked almost instinctively. She and Yan Yuchu weren't friends, but at this moment, they shared a common enemy. Helping him was, in fact, helping herself. On such issues, Han Yan was undoubtedly much more mature than her peers.
"Presumptuous!" The assassin clearly didn't take Han Yan seriously. He hadn't expected someone he viewed as an ant, easily crushed underfoot, to dare to strike. With a snort of contempt, he slapped out a palm.
