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"An assassin who cannot kill his target and is spared by his foe has no place in my sect. What's next? Are you going to drink tea with him and tell funny jokes?" the Poison Sect Master said, his tone filled with anger. "Consider yourself lucky. Next time, I won't be so merciful, Lin Ming."
Lin Ming nodded, lowering his head to the floor and closing his eyes. "I understand... This lowly disciple deeply regrets his actions. I promise it won't happen again."
"Hmph..."
The Immortal stepped forward and vanished into the darkness. Lin Ming sighed in relief and slowly stood up.
He remained there, reflecting on his life choices, the cruel man he served, and the other assassins glaring at him as if he were beneath them.
Well, not all of them.
A young boy with short white hair approached, dressed in black robes that covered most of his body. His red eyes gleamed in the darkness, and his pale skin resembled that of the woman Lin Ming had seen from afar—Partner.
