Above Qingluan Palace, a figure in white drifted like a swift gale, holding a bundle securely in his arms wrapped in a cyan cloak.
The Feiyun Guard, lurking within the Imperial Palace, rapidly closed in, only to exchange blank stares when they received a familiar warning glance from the mysterious assassin.
What on earth was going on? When had their master ever resorted to visiting the Imperial Palace like a common assassin? And since when was he so polite?
Chapter 31