The other assassins had died only moments ago. Their souls still lingered, confused and unable to disperse yet.
One by one, faint wisps rose from their bodies.
The two boatmen.
The tall girl in gray.
The third assassin in purple.
All their souls drifted toward Lin Mu and were swallowed without resistance.
Cattaleya felt a strange shiver. Not fear, but awe. Whatever Lin Mu was using, it was something even she did not fully understand.
Inside Lin Mu's mind, memories exploded.
Scenes of training.
Scenes of killing.
Scenes of missions, masters, hidden bases, coded messages.
Thousands of fragments poured into him.
But to Lin Mu, this was nothing.
Compared to the memories of immortals that spanned tens of thousands of years, these few hundred years of mortal and spirit realm lives were shallow streams.
He sorted them instantly.
Discarded useless fragments.
Followed the threads that mattered.
He saw the orders.
He saw the handlers.
He saw the marks they were given.
