Feng Wu ran as fast as she could after leaving the crown prince's residence.
She flitted through the streets like a shadow.
Little did she know, a trap was waiting for her up ahead.
The Zuo family.
Sitting in his room, Zuo Ming was playing with a transparent ring.
"Master, will we be able to kill Feng Wu this time?"
Mrs Zuo's voice came from the inner room.
Zuo Ming smirked. "Don't worry. Unlike Blade, the members of Flying Guillotine are true professionals."
Blade had disappointed him greatly.
Zuo Ming had had high hopes for Blade, but he learned from the other person he had hired that the team had been annihilated in Proud Snowfield.
"Good! I won't sleep in peace until that Feng Wu is dead." Mrs Zuo patted her chest.
Zuo Ming said, "She's just a girl; you shouldn't take her too seriously."
