After what seemed like an eternity, the blue smoke suddenly halted in a secluded alley, transforming into the alluring figure of the female assassin.
"You're here." In the shadows of the alley, light and shadow slowly twisted and turned as Song Jinxi stepped out ominously, his gray eyes fixed on her.
Nie Yurong stood resolute, holding a deep respect and fear for this court tributor whose skills in concealment, infiltration, and assassination surpassed her own by far.
The female assassin clasped her fists and bowed: "Greetings, Tributor Song."
Song Jinxi chuckled: "It seems everything is as Mr. Zhao predicted. Upon learning the news, Xu Jingtang would undoubtedly send people to capture, and you, delivering the messages as a first-class Embroidered Robe Envoy, are the perfect candidate."
Nie Yurong replied coldly: "I've acquired the waist token of Mu Prince Manor's second young lord. All the checkpoints along the way can be mobilized to cover your withdrawal."
