Vague noises were coming from the surroundings, and there seemed to be some sort of commotion. However, Xia Ling had no time to pay attention to it.
She was already deeply immersed in her role. In this beautiful dance, she was the best dancer and also the best assassin. She was in this unsuspecting town for one reason — an assassination.
The more she twirled around, the more urgent she grew, and the desire in her heart became more and more eager. She looked at the emperor on the dragon throne. His eyes were intoxicated and his throat was fragile… She could almost imagine the beautiful scene of the edge of her sword plundering his throat.
The taste of victory…
Her heart was jumping, and her short sword was buzzing. As she continued dancing, her eagerness burned.
She felt the peony in her mouth become destroyed. The petals scattered everywhere and brushed across her face and the tip of her sword.
