As the man strode toward the main seat, the memories she had almost overlooked gradually cleared.
It was no wonder she couldn't place him immediately just now. After all, she had only crossed paths with him once before, and that in a hurried glance. Given the emergency at that time, there had been no chance for a careful look; it was already a miracle she remembered him at all now.
That rugged, solidly built figure was undoubtedly the very assassin outside Baling City who had been wounded by Qin Lin, scattered gray rock powder to bide his time for escape, and then doubled back to launch a sneak attack with a hidden arrow.
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