Chaoter 93

The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the small room, its dim glow barely illuminating the tension in the air. Feng Jiao Xue sat at the simple wooden table, fingers lightly tapping against the surface, her expression unreadable. The letters Tian Heng had delivered lay untouched beside her, but her focus had long since drifted from them.

She wasn't alone.

A subtle shift in the air. A breath out of place. The faintest creak of wooden floorboards, nearly imperceptible but clear to her trained ears.

Assassins.

They had moved in silence, slipping into the room like phantoms in the night. Black-clad figures lurked in the shadows, their weapons gleaming under the dim light. Their presence was suffocating, pressing against the space like a vice. Some crouched low, ready to strike; others lingered near the walls, blocking any path to escape.