The red-robed Yin Servant stared dumbstruck at the sword light Xiao Xue released.
Fang Xing's assumptions were correct. Prince Chu Huang didn't actually order him to do anything, but—as the prince's flunky—this Yin Servant had naturally known what was expected of him. He'd been nurtured by the Chu royal court since his youth as soldier of death built through resources. Other cultivators would have their own paths of Dao, and only Yin Servants like him did not; even if they formed their foundation, they were nothing more than flunkeys with more power than before. Flunkeys like him who'd managed to climb to high positions had pretty much reached the point where they knew exactly what their masters wished for.
