The remnants of the painting's ashes were swept up by the autumn wind, fluttering like butterflies. Amidst the hazy white ash, a person slowly approached, dressed in plain white clothes, resembling Ling Su.

"Infinite painters in the world, yet unable to create a single painting of sorrow."

"Ah, what a pity. The magnificent Qiankun painting was destroyed by you."

This familiar voice, each word struck my heart like a bullet.

"Who are you exactly?"

"I am Wu Zhenjia, also known as Danqingshou, the top-ranked assassin."

"What about Ling Su? What did you do to her? Speak!" The lightning bugs in my right eye were ready to strike.

"Ling Su, she died a long time ago. A fugitive princess with nothing to her name, her body is the payment. In other words, she hired me, Danqingshou."

So, from the beginning, it was Danqingshou who hired me on behalf of Jumo, not Ling Su.

I couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Why did you hire me to kill Jiang Shang instead of doing it yourself?"

She twirled the folding fan in her hand and smiled slyly.

"If I hadn't hired you, how could you have come out of Jumo and let us kill him? Just one invitation from Yuhuang, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been enough to persuade you, would it?"

She was right, I had never really cared about Yuhuang. If it weren't for Ling Su paying me, and seeing her in such a difficult situation, I wouldn't have taken the Jumo invitation seriously.

"So, from the beginning, you were deceiving me?"

It seems she had planned everything from the start, with her revealing information and acting as a helper. Whether it was Lady Rong, Sangsike, Laughing Maitreya, or White Crane Taoist, none of them could have killed me because she wanted me to survive and help her accomplish the extremely dangerous task of killing Jiang Shang.

If both Jiang Shang and I died, she would have achieved two goals with one stone, without even lifting a finger.

But regardless of whether Jiang Shang or I survived, she would personally finish off the remaining one.

What a praying mantis preying on a cicada with a yellow sparrow behind.

"So what if you deceived me? Two years ago, you killed our old clan leader, and now it's time to pay the blood debt!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and anger surged within her.

"Then please remove that skin of yours and don't pretend to be her while fighting me."

I could never forget the moments I spent with Ling Su, even if they were fake. I believed that if Ling Su were alive, she would be the girl with such elegance and charm.

I couldn't bring myself to harm her.

"Have you fallen for her?" Danqingshou burst into laughter, a laughter filled with infinite sorrow.

Yes, I had fallen for this stubborn and strong girl, for this girl whose fingertips glowed and whose laughter was mixed with tears.

But we were too late from the beginning.

"So what?"

If it weren't for seeing her about to ascend to the throne, we would have had no chance. How could I have been so lost and ended up in this Qiankun painting?

Danqingshou kills people and destroys hearts, truly living up to being the most formidable assassin.