Before she turned eleven, she was a highly alert assassin, awakening instantly upon hearing the succession of footsteps outside.
She immediately stood by the window, listening to the hurried and chaotic footsteps outside, her eyes filled with caution.
"Quick!"
Someone whispered, and soon she heard the footsteps approaching her.
In almost an instant, Eleven was fully dressed, scanning the room before swiftly concealing herself.
Outside the door, several Tang Sect disciples silently arrived at her door, exchanged glances, then took out a small piece of wire, inserting it into the keyhole.
A gentle sound occurred as the door was opened; a few disciples entered the room, daggers gleaming coldly in their hands, as they quietly approached the bed.
But as they just entered the room, a figure flipped down from the dark wooden beam, and while still in mid-air, plunged their weapon fiercely into the neck of one disciple.
Thud!
