บท 671: Three Souls Seven Bodies

Ling Jian lowered his head and walked back to the courtyard for the assassins dejectedly. In two days?! How would he be able to accomplish that?!

"Brother Jian, just what is going on? Why did young noble shorten our deadline from five days to two?" Ling Chi jumped up and asked with disbelief, "Isn't young noble forcing us to our death? Can you plead to young noble to give us a few more days?"

Ling Jian's face darkened and he did not say a thing.

"That's right, that's right. Five days is already very little. Now that he is only going to give us two days. Haiz..." Ling Feng said bitterly.

"I think young noble must have been agitated by something." Ling Yun who was by the side remarked.

"It is probably brother Jian who agitated young noble." Ling Lei added on without reservation, "Look at our brother Jian's pitiful appearance. Apart from our young noble, probably no one else would be able to reduce him to such a pathetic state!"