The Bai Clan estate slept beneath the hush of midnight.
Moonlight painted the rooftops in silver, while the faint hum of protective arrays echoed gently over the walls—a formation that was normally impenetrable.
But tonight?
Tonight, blood had been paid to breach it.
A ripple tore silently through the air.
And just like that… the barrier flickered once, dimmed—and died.
A breath later, shadows slipped through the trees, their presence like oil staining silk.
Fast. Coordinated. Professional.
Ten figures in total—silent assassins, draped in black robes embroidered with faint, shifting runes.
Suppression arrays lined their sleeves, tailored specifically to avoid detection by even the senses of a Void Refinement Cultivator.
Their leader, a masked man marked with a golden sigil across his brow, carried a short blade wrapped in multiple sealing talismans.
His cultivation: Peak Spirit Severing.
"Kill the targets. Leave no trace!"
