The Mastermind

Without waiting for a response, the hunchbacked man turned and left the plaza, his grotesque followers trailing behind him.

The stitched-face woman lingered for a moment. Her gaze flickered toward Feng Fan, a hint of hesitation in her hollow eyes. But in the end, she said nothing and followed the hunchbacked man into the thickening fog.

"Man, you're really something. I've never seen someone so fearless," a voice said behind Feng Fan, addressing him.

Feng Fan turned to see a long-haired blond man in tattered clothes. The man was absurdly handsome.

Normally, Feng Fan would feel a sense of aversion toward handsome men, but the familiar aura emanating from Mao Shun made it feel different.

There was no symbol of any sect on his outfit, which was unusual. Feng Fan couldn't tell if the man's clothes were torn where the sect symbol should be or if he didn't belong to any sect at all.