The high-ranking imperial confidant, who controlled the Brocade Guards of the Great Ming, Qian Ning, had died.
He was killed by a man who in a few years prior was unknown and whom he had never taken seriously, a man he could have easily crushed as if squashing an ant.
He died with regret and unwillingness, in disbelief.
But the deceased him did not know that, at the same time, several other people were even more shocked and found it more unbelievable than he did.
Pei Xuanjing had focused all his efforts on killing Qian Ning, disregarding the sneak attacks of Wang Zhi's group's swords, without any intentions to stop them.
So, even as they watched Qian Ning die in front of them, the three of them could only feel regret; knowing that today they would bring down Pei Xuanjing.
However, when their swords stabbed into Pei Xuanjing's back, the confident smiles on the three men's faces suddenly froze, replaced with shock and disbelief.
Thwack, thwack, thwack.
