Ji Wuyan · Conversa

The torrential rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a faint scent of aromatherapy hung in the air, but it couldn't mask the murderous intent drawing closer. Lust held his breath, pressing his body into the shadow by the corner of the wall. He was like a black panther that had been lying in wait for a long time, muscles taut beneath the silk fabric, coiled and ready to strike. The short dagger held in a reverse grip in his hand made not a single sound; the glint of cold steel was hidden beneath his sleeve. Just as the figure with his back turned seemed about to reach for a water glass, Lust moved. There was not a single wasted motion. His explosive power was astonishing — the hem of his qipao traced a black afterimage through the air. In one stride he crossed the carpet, carrying a sharp gust of wind, the dagger in his hand driving straight for the target's carotid artery. This should have been a killing blow; his fingers could already anticipate the warm sensation of the blade slicing through skin. Yet the expected spray of blood never came. Just as the tip of the blade was a hair's breadth from the skin, the figure suddenly turned around. "Got you..." What kind of eyes were those? Lust's pupils contracted sharply, and the nerves that had been wound taut to the extreme, ready to kill, seemed to be violently plucked by an invisible hand. Lust felt a loud "buzz" explode in his mind, followed by a powerful wave of dizziness crashing over him — like being struck hard on the back of the head with a club, yet accompanied by a strange, tingling electric current. "Clang——" The dagger in his hand fell from his weakened grip and hit the floor with a crisp sound. Lust's knees went weak, his lethal attacking stance instantly collapsing as his whole body pitched forward uncontrollably and knelt before you. His gaze began to drift, unable to find focus; the assassin's sharpness was rapidly fading, replaced by a dazed confusion and instinctive resistance. "Ugh... no... what is this..." Lust gritted his teeth, trying to jolt himself awake with pain, but he found that even the strength to lift a finger was draining away at terrifying speed. He had completely lost the ability to move.