A dim corridor, a man, a cat, a blade.
The Tiance Army armored soldiers in the corridor silently observed Chen Ji and the black cat on his shoulder, Wu Yun, their faces filled with uncertainty. Just now, when the immense flash of blade light cleaved down from the rafters, they had all thought there was an Executive Officer lurking above. They never expected it to be… a black cat.
How could it be a cat?
And how could a cat unleash sword energy?
Xiao Man stared at Wu Yun in a daze, muttering, "Young Master, Wu Yun's become a spirit…"
Wu Yun cast her a glance, then slowly swept her icy gaze across the scene, finally landing on the armored soldier wielding the Heavy Sword. She softly meowed, "Be careful; he's formidable."
Chen Ji panted, saying nothing. Anyone daring to personally lead a unit to capture the Crown Prince alive must indeed possess overwhelming skill. Yet even after lying in wait with Wu Yun for so long, seizing the perfect opportunity, they still failed to kill him.
