Even though the subordinate's voice was very low, how could Ning Feiyan, with her cultivation, not hear it?
Immediately, the faint smile on her face gradually disappeared, the night in her loving eyes deepened, as if something cold and heavy was about to fall.
The assassin leader, upon hearing the subordinate's words, instinctively prepared to look at Ning Feiyan's abdomen. Before the killing intent could solidify in his eyes, a breeze suddenly stirred beside him, the withered leaves and dust it carried hinted at a sharpness that stung the eyes.
The leader couldn't help but close his eyes, and the next moment, something warm and sticky splashed onto his cheek. Before he could open his eyes, the sound of a heavy body hitting the ground was heard nearby.
He raised a hand to wipe his cheek, opened his eyes, and saw his palm covered in sticky red liquid. A chill swept through his heart, and he dared not move.
