Zhao Shengyang sprinted all the way and soon arrived at a dilapidated thatched hut.
From the outside, this decrepit thatched hut appeared completely abandoned, unlikely to be inhabited by anyone.
However, Zhao Shengyang stood in front of the door and knocked forcefully.
The rhythm of his knocking was like entering a password, tapping more than a dozen times in succession before silently waiting.
Suddenly, with a creak, the worn wooden door opened, and a figure appeared before Zhao Shengyang.
"Senior Brother Bai, thank heavens you're here!"
"It's terrible, the sect is in danger, you must help me with this!"
Zhao Shengyang cried out, his face marked with grief.
Standing before him was Dubhe City's number one assassin, Bai Hao.
He stared at Zhao Shengyang, feeling like the Zhao Shengyang before him was somewhat unfamiliar.
