Chu Qing's movements were faster than his voice. At the moment he uttered, "Who's there?" he had already dashed out.
But he didn't rush far.
About ten yards away, he stopped in his tracks as Gentle came up behind him.
"Did you smell anything?"
Chu Qing asked.
"Still just the scent of a blade…"
Gentle replied softly.
Chu Qing frowned slightly. No human scent, only the scent of the blade.
Did he see wrong?
Impossible!
Chu Qing was an assassin, extremely sensitive to gazes and killing intent.
White Chess once said that his talent in this area far surpassed that of ordinary people.
Just now, he clearly felt a surge of killing intent quietly settle on him. When he turned to look, he vaguely saw a blurry figure.
But the figure came and went too quickly, disappearing into the mist the instant he rushed out.
This layer of mist became the natural camouflage for the opponent.
Chu Qing frowned slightly and glanced back at Dong Xingzhi:
"Did Senior Dong see anything just now?"
