"The City Lord is here!"
Someone shouted, and in an instant, the dark shadow lunged forward, gripping his throat fiercely.
Although he had grown so strong, he couldn't break free from those hands, the suffocation washed over him like a tide...
"Ah!"
Cheng Ye woke up with a start, abruptly sitting up, the sky outside already tinged with light.
He raised his hand to touch his forehead, which was covered in cold sweat, and the hairs on the back of his neck were still standing up.
The silhouette of that shadow in his mind lingered, much like the night on the verge of dawn; even though daylight was near, the deepest darkness pressed heavily on his heart.
"Assassinate the City Lord..."
What one thinks by day, one dreams by night.
Cheng Long was dead, yet the Red Blade was brought back, as if nothing had happened.
If the assassination were true, compared to the mess Cheng Wu left behind, what Cheng Long left him might be even more fatal.
