The guard immediately reacted and cupped his hands, "Your subordinate understands."
Just as the guard stepped out of the study, suddenly a dart shot forth, and Pei Jingyi detected the danger and dodged swiftly.
Although his movement was fast, his arm was still injured.
Although his movement was fast, his arm was still injured, and blood dripped down.
Looking at his blood-stained sleeve, rage surged in his heart.
"Who?" Pei Jingyi vigilantly scanned his surroundings, and the guard drew his long sword.
No one answered, and nothing was visible, only the thick scent of blood lingered in the air.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, suddenly footsteps were heard.
He quickly held his breath and focused, detecting a faint sound, Pei Jingyi spotted that his opponent had already positioned himself in front of him.
Using the moonlight, he saw that the man's face bore a half-mask, showing skin pale as snow and eyes deep and dark.
