Deep into the night.
The moon was obscured, and the wind howled—it was the perfect night for murder!
Qi Lianfeng changed into nighttime attire, covered his face with black cloth, and, holding his well-sharpened dagger, he climbed out of the inn's window.
He had used a fake identity to check into the inn so that after the assassination, he could flee at the first opportunity, avoiding the wrath of the local tyrants, the Nine Elements Sect.
According to his recon over the past few days, he easily found his way through the alley behind Shanyao Hall. With a light tap on the wall with the tip of his foot, he vaulted over the wall, feeling a trace of pride swell in his heart.
To survive in Jianghu, one could have a blunt knife, be poor in hand-to-hand combat, or lack inner strength but must always be able to run fast and possess excellent Qinggong!
This was a lesson Qi Lianfeng had learned from many years of escaping death.
