Chapter 453: Dark Undercurrents Strike

The gray-robed young man looked quite ordinary. He sat there cross-legged, drinking and eating sunflower seeds, the very picture of an unemployed drifter killing time in the marketplace. Only his eyes stood out: they were bright and clear, like the polished edge of a sword. The gray-robed young man drummed the countertop and spat out the sunflower seed shells in his mouth. He laughed, "Ol' Wang, assassins aren't brave warriors prepared to face death with equanimity, nor are they reckless, temperamental...