Ye Chen's sensitivity to killing intent was beyond ordinary people's reach.
Even if the assassins of Blood Robe Tower were highly skilled, they couldn't escape Ye Chen's perception!
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth as he glanced at Little Phoenix in the distance.
That little guy was still pretending to be an ordinary little fat bird, flying back and forth on patrol.
Fortunately, Ye Chen didn't expect Little Phoenix to find anything; it was purely to give Little Phoenix something to do.
The assassins of Blood Robe Tower had already arrived, yet Ye Chen didn't rush to call Little Phoenix back.
Let Little Phoenix stay in the distance for now, and make a surprise move later.
Ye Chen's furrowed brow slowly relaxed, and his expression returned to calm.
At the mountain top, the cold wind continued to howl, and goose-feather snow fell, bringing a chill to the air.
Suddenly.
Amidst the howling wind, an arrow blended into it.
