Chapter 171.3: Bipolar….. Devil
Feng Tian Hen could not help but feel his body suddenly turn stiff, as a bone biting chill spread up from his feet.
A head spinning whirl suddenly engulfed his mind and the man’s split personalities suddenly reverted back to its normal state, turning back into the gentle and handsome looking man, except for the smile at the corners of his lips that was not comforting like a refreshing spring breeze like it was before, but instead felt terrifyingly evil and sinister.
It was the same face, but felt like two completely different people.
The man narrowed his eyes. “My mind will not be at ease leaving it in the hands of that useless good for nothing. Better that I rid myself of any worries by doing it myself.”
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Night fell and it was quiet in the Faint Mist Sect.
Except for Qing Yu in the Deviant Department, most of the others lived together in the same place, close to each other.
The effeminate looking man had gathered up the fastest speed he had moved his entire life, to quickly fill the urns up with water before the sun set.
He was so exhausted that he had fallen asleep but his mouth was still incessantly mumbling curses at a certain black hearted man. Under the year’s end cold winter moon, the lake had frozen up and he had to melt the ice in the water which took up quite a bit of his time as well, which made it an almost impossible task.
But that day’s lesson left a deep impression on him. Among all the teachers in the Faint Mist Sect, whoever you had to offend, one must never offend Lou Bai Qian.
That man was able to torment you to death while smiling harmlessly at you without having to draw a single drop of your blood.
Teachers in the Faint Mist Sect enjoyed much better treatment, where almost every single one of them were allocated an individual courtyard and an expansive space for their own use.
And Lou Jun Yao was a seven star grade teacher, so he was accorded even better treatment. His courtyard was several times the size of those other teachers enjoyed, and not to mention the vast amount of space, it was relatively more quiet, and people seldom came to disturb him, and Lou Jun Yao could not be any more at ease.
Bai Zhi Yan’s front foot had barely just left that place and his back foot had just lifted when an unwelcome guest came in.
But as that person’s cultivation level was very low, no matter how softly his feet treaded, Lou Jun Yao had already sensed his presence before the person entered.
Wrapped in full black clothes to escape notice under the darkness, the black masked assassin slipped soundlessly inside, and he jumped back in shock when he saw the man enjoying his tea right in the middle of the courtyard.
[Is this man….. sick in the head?]
[Not sleeping in the middle of this freezing cold wintry night, but is sitting here under the bitterly chill wind to sip on tea! ?]
Lou Jun Yao curled up the corners of his lips. “Will my guest happen to be in the mood for some great tea I have here?”
[He’s really got to be sick. This is the first time he was seeing a person invite an assassin that came to take his life to sit down to have tea.]
The assassin scoffed disdainfully and spread his palms open. A transparent sword with a sinister aura emanating from it appeared in his hand, glinting coldly under the cold silvery moonlight.
