On the highest watchtower of Mu Mansion, two burly men were conversing in low voices. The one who was slightly shorter boasted with a hint of pride, "With five hundred Qing Mu Guards, not to mention a person, even a bird couldn't breach our Mu Mansion."
The taller man spoke with a deep voice, "Mu Qing, caution is paramount. That lad is an expert in the art of assassination."
"Hmph, what does it matter if he's an expert? He only took advantage of the lack of vigilance in each family and found opportunities. Now that all families are on guard against him, I reckon killing again won't be much easier than ascending to heaven."
Mu Qing had a somewhat rugged face. He spoke with an undertone of discontent, "A junior who has stumbled into good fortune has actually forced our Mu Clan to focus all our power on defense. It's absolutely infuriating!"
"If it weren't for…, Lord Qing would twist his head off and kick it around like a ball."
