"Lift your head up."
Bai Pu ordered.
The posture of kneeling respectfully might appear humble and submissive on the surface, but from Bai Pu's angle, he could only see the arched back of Misheng, unable to see his face.
Perhaps, beneath that facade of humility and subservience, his face was contorted with resentment and defiance.
Misheng quickly lifted his head, his expression as sincere as could be.
"What are your orders, State Preceptor?"
Bai Pu nodded: "You and your partner, go and kill Zhao Gou."
Anyone else might hesitate for a moment, considering Zhao Gou's special status.
But Misheng nodded without hesitation, approached Zhao Gou, and with a swift stroke, plunged a dagger into Zhao Gou's heart.
Seeing their elder brother take the lead, Ye Zi followed suit, flipping out a dagger and slitting Zhao Gou's throat.
