Clashing cries gradually neared, and it was very clear that the assassin had not escaped. The sound of sword hitting blade piercing through the white yarn curtain never ceased, and on this side of the gauze, everyone held their breath. They all knew that every second lives were lost, and having the scene hidden from view seemed to only heighten their emotion.
Only the Tian Sheng Emperor relaxed, surrounded on all sides, slowly tasting his tea, with his eyes on the scattered Golden Sand Crab Apples.
The clashes neared, and a faint cry of distant misery could vaguely be heard, followed soon by Ning Yi's hurried shout: "Leave him alive!"
The waiting group grew solemn, and their expressions intense.
