章節 693: Rain At The Qing Temple

A slight sound of footsteps rang out in the courtyard outside. The sound was very light, particularly as the market at the end of the alley was still noisy and would be so until dusk. Thus, these quiet footsteps had almost been obscured by the sound of bargaining.

However, these gentle footsteps rang out with unusual clarity in Fan Xian's ears. He narrowed his eyes and focused on the sounds outside. His index finger and middle finger unconsciously moved slightly. Only then did he realize that this black dagger had long fallen in the rain in front of the Royal Palace and was not with him. But, he remained calm, still confident that he would be able to subdue the person outside in one strike.