Under the moonlight, atop the roof.
Chen Ji looked at the Emei dagger in his hand, then at the Emei dagger held by the black-clad assassin...
Trace Ji had planned to pin the death of General Wang on the owner of the Emei dagger, foreseeing that the assassin, a knight of Jianghu skilled with the Emei dagger and yearning to avenge Prince Jing, would come. However, he hadn't expected the adversary to actually arrive.
The black-clad assassin's face was uncovered, her black hat having fallen off in the fierce combat… it turned out to be a woman.
Chen Ji held his breath and took a good look at her. She appeared to be in her mid-thirties, with a beautiful but weathered face, like the peony stone bridge over the Luo River, enduring decades of wind and rain.
Her eyes were bloodshot, as if she had cried countless times, falling asleep in tears and waking up in tears.
