The sky was overcast with thick clouds, obscuring the moon, as the bone-chilling wind kept blowing.
That's how Shao He sat quietly in front of the bronze mirror, the cold wind blowing through the window, yet she felt no chill at all.
It wasn't until a faint sound of footsteps approached that Shao He finally moved, her eyelids lifted slightly as she looked sideways toward the door.
The door was quietly pushed open, and the assassin, upon seeing the situation inside the room, first paused in surprise, then, realizing what was happening, scoffed coldly, "So, are you just waiting for death?"
"Was it you who killed Zhao Feng and his family?" Shao He asked the assassin in front of her, not with fear or panic, but with a calmness that was almost unsettling.
"Heh..." The assassin let out a mocking laugh, slowly approaching Shao He and looking down at her from above, "What if I said it was?"
"Then now, it's your turn to pay with your life!"
