Yan Qing and Murong Hui walked by the side of the main road, with two Dragon Attendants flying alongside them, effectively shielding most of the shooting angles from behind and the sides.
"Is it an assassin?" Yan Qing asked.
"Impossible. If an assassin's stalking skills were this bad, I would have noticed them long ago." Murong Hui bit into a spicy strip, which she had just picked up from the nostalgic convenience store, her mouth greasy from the snack: "They're probably just ordinary people."
The "ordinary people" Murong Hui referred to were not truly ordinary; anyone entering the Demon Gathering Land must at least be a Messenger from the Northern Noble Clan.
Compared to someone with Murong Hui's background and prowess, they indeed seemed quite 'ordinary.'
"Are they here for you?"
