Just from the speed and force of those two palms, Lin Xian could clearly sense their acute danger; he clutched his chest, turned his head to look behind, and saw the newcomer dressed in dark-colored brocade robes, with gold patterns shining dazzlingly under the candlelight.
What drew the most attention was the mask on the person's cheeks, shaped like the nether butterflies by the Riverside of Oblivion, revealing the slightly feminine jawline underneath, his crimson eyes filled with murderous intent.
In the silent night, the person exuded a cold and fierce aura.
Before Lin Xian could react, the man in the mask attacked again.
Lin Xian, already at the end of his strength, found it too difficult to dodge this strike.
Just then, the door was pushed open; Shen Chuwei saw a person dressed in black standing inside the room and immediately guessed what was happening.
She threw the only thing she could use—the medicine box in her hand—at the person in black without a second thought.