"But we are assassins, cold-bloodedness has always been our creed!" Piao Xue said coldly.
"Then, sister, do you want the master to die?" Little Yue couldn't help but ask.
Piao Xue did not speak anymore. Her eyes flickered slightly, then she stared fixedly at the house entwined with black energy.
"Boom!"
At this moment, the dilapidated stone house suddenly exploded, a burst of black energy rose, and as it gradually dissipated, the first to appear was the old woman's figure.
Little Yue's face instantly changed. This old woman being alive and well might mean the master had already fallen at her hands.
He was too careless, and a wave of worry suddenly appeared in Little Yue's eyes.
Piao Xue's expression remained indifferent, but her eyes were firmly fixed on the slowly dissipating black energy.
Finally, the black energy completely dissipated, and in the center of that scene, a tall and slender figure slowly emerged.
