Chapter 93: 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.
Feng Jiao Xue remained still, her heartbeat steady, her posture unruffled. The scent of steel and poison lingered in the air. A dagger gleamed near her periphery, close, too close but she did not flinch.
A soft exhale escaped her lips as she finally acknowledged them, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade.
"So... who sent you?"
No answer. Not that she expected one.
The assassin closest to her moved first, lunging without hesitation, the gleam of a curved dagger aimed straight for her throat.
Feng Jiao Xue moved just as swiftly.