บท 562: Seeing a Middle-Aged Scholar, the Sky Turns Dark

Tang Thirty-Six came to his senses, thinking, this really is the case. Liu Qing has no invitation but still intruded upon Mount Han, so why hasn't the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets killed him?

Chen Changsheng couldn't understand it so he couldn't help but be worried—Su Li had left, as had the secretive assassin ranked second. When Liu Qing left, he really did seem like one of those wandering and homeless ghosts that walked the darkness, seeming like he could be swallowed by the light of the sun at any moment.

He knew that a person like Liu Qing had hands that were assuredly drenched in blood, so he really shouldn't be sympathizing with him. However, he had no means of controlling the inclination of his emotions. After all, in Xunyang City, they had fought side by side against the enemy, and the enemy they faced was one of the strongest in the world.

"Tell me, what sort of thing do you think an incredibly powerful assassin needs?"