Under the dark night.
Feng Xiyun was being held hostage by the assassin.
Countless torches surrounded the assassin completely.
The assassin had nowhere to go.
The atmosphere was tense, silent to the point of being dead quiet.
Stalemate.
Suddenly, the torches opened up a path.
The man at the forefront, riding a noble steed, Xiao Jinxing, stopped his horse at a distance neither too near nor far from the assassin.
He looked coldly at the veiled leader of the assassins.
The leader glared at Xiao Jinxing, a fierce look in his eyes.
He tightened his grip on Feng Xiyun, the dagger pressed hard against her neck, threatening, "If you don't let us leave, I'll kill her immediately!"
Xiao Jinxing seemed to glance at Feng Xiyun for the first time.
Watching Feng Xiyun with fear in her eyes, her mouth covered.
She had not expected to be suddenly kidnapped.
Feng Xiyun felt the Emperor's gaze and quickly showed a pleading look.
