Secret Meetings

The dark night masked the presence of the man walking through the streets. He wore a cloak that was just a few shades lighter than pure black. Nobody else was present, but even so, he kept his footsteps completely silent as he wandered into an alley.

A figure stood at the end of the alley. He was a handsome man with white skin, thin eyebrows, and defined features. He wore a cloak similar to the man. It had no identifying marks that would give away his affiliation.

The man smiled when he saw him. “Are you my contact from the Burning Flame Pavilion?”

“Hmph. I am. My name is Yi Fu.”

“Well met. I’m Shao Yimu.”

“So you’re the infamous assassin of the Wind-Lightning Pavilion? Your reputation precedes you.”

“I’m glad I have such a strong reputation, but being a well-known entity isn’t good for an assassin. Well, I guess it can’t be helped at this point.”