The young man quietly stared at the empty stage, his expression as indifferent as thin ice.
Suddenly, a pleasant ringtone of his phone rang. He picked up, and Ouyang Yi's voice came from the other end: "Assassin, what I want to know is when exactly you will act. Time waits for no one. I don't have the patience to watch Lu Shifeng conquer Xingyu step by step, consolidating the Lu Family's empire in the process!"
The corners of the young man's lips, which were almost devoid of blood, twisted into a faint smile, his voice as cool as his demeanor: "With me here, what's the rush?"
