Chu Yuxiao's lips curled up in a cold smirk.
"It seems," I have to pay a visit to Nun Jinghui after all. I wonder if her poison will have any effect on me."
Hmph, dare to poison my woman, she better be prepared to die with nowhere to bury her corpse!
In the pitch-black night, surging undercurrents lay hidden.
Before dawn broke, more than a dozen black figures leaped into Bodhi Temple.
They moved swiftly, invisible to the naked eye.
In just 15 minutes, all the nuns in the temple were silenced by a sword to the throat, without even having time to scream.
The scent of blood permeated the air, a solemn and menacing atmosphere enveloping everything.
Two shadows burst through a window into a chamber and, moments later, flew out again, landing heavily on the ground, their bodies purple-black and void of struggle, poisoned to death.
Chu Yuxiao stepped forward, glancing at the two corpses on the ground, a trace of cold laughter in his eyes.