The silver-haired woman looked at the Forest of Mist before her, the corners of her mouth lifted in a somewhat sinister smile.
"Are you going in too?" A man suddenly appeared, standing behind the silver-haired woman.
"Of course. As for you, aren't you interested in the secrets within?" The silver-haired woman didn't turn around; she knew who was behind her.
The man appeared to be in his thirties, handsome, with a touch of the devilish. His eyes—one red, one blue—were unnervingly peculiar.
This man was none other than the Fire King, one of the four top assassins of Hidden Kill Hall.
"I have other matters to attend to. The secrets inside will be investigated by others from my Hidden Kill Hall," the Fire King said indifferently.
"So, your people from Hidden Kill Hall are going to compete with me?" the silver-haired woman asked coldly.