"Deal with it well. Don't leave any traces."

When Baili Wuchen took a deep breath, he felt pain in his lungs because the air on a snowy night was too cold.

He looked at Ningqing Hall's gate with a complicated expression in his single eye. After a rare moment of hesitation, he pushed the door open and entered the yard.

Unlike the mess outside, Ningqing Hall's courtyard was quiet, and the snow had not been trodden on.

A ...