A tall and mighty figure emerged in the torrential downpour.

He had a rough appearance, sparse brows and a solid bare chest. His arms were wrapped around a huge wine jar like a drunkard. 

However, as he drew closer to them, he was akin to a mountain walking across the world. He had a contemptuous air around him and even the pouring rain didn’t dare to come near him!

It was Xue Jin.

Ghost Moon and Gray Marten inexplicably felt a chill. An indescribable oppressive aura made them feel like ants looking up at a mighty mountain!

“A true assassin has no emotions.” Xue Jin swept a glance over the two and then sighed, as though he thought of something. “Go. Go and ask your master whether or not he still remembers the blood sunset of the blue mountain.” 

Ghost Moon and Gray Marten exchanged a glance with each other, hesitating. In the end, they clenched their teeth and hurried away.

As Xue Jin watched them leave, a smile spread over his face. He raised the wine jar and drank wildly in the downpour. 

Bang! 

Once...