The moon was high in the middle of the sky as the Imperial Residence of King Cheng quietly went to sleep.
Four men in black silently snuck into the Imperial Residence. They were like shadows, swiftly moving over the walls without leaving a trail.
Xu Huande glided and landed on the ground. He couldn't help but sigh to himself.
He would never thought that he, a deputy commander of the Secret Guardians Hall would have to one day disguise himself as an assassin and play diversion. It really was bitter moment.
However, after thinking about the Holy Church of Light, he quickly brushed aside the feeling of helplessness. They were still counting on Chu Li to see if they could root out the disciples of the Holy Church of Light.
It was imperative that the Secret Guardian's Hall get to the bottom of why the Holy Church of Light had come to Fairy's Capital, whether it be for assassination or other purposes.