Chapter 513: No Blood, No Retreat

As time slipped away, the sky grew darker, yet Harta sat silently on the pavilion roof. He was regulating his breath, adjusting his state, while observing the surroundings. He speculated that the mysterious assassin organization, if they were to strike, would likely choose the night. For those lurking in the shadows, night is the ideal time to strike. As darkness covered the earth, plunging everything into pitch-black, Harta sensed nothing out of the ordinary. "Kid, I told you this is too obvious....