The Ghost Tower Master has arrived.
As these words fell, the expressions of everyone present changed.
As the mastermind behind the world's number one assassin organization, the Ghost Tower Master's identity was extremely mysterious.
Under all of heaven,
those who knew his true identity could be counted on one hand.
Even Shen Ming, who had just spoken with such confidence, was merely guessing.
The wind and snow raged on.
The earth was draped in a blanket of white.
A tall, slender figure wearing a demonic ghost mask had appeared in their midst at some unknown time, completely silent.
If not for Zhu Ju speaking up, the others wouldn't have even noticed the extra person.
After all, there wasn't a single weakling present. The least among them were Divine Treasure Martial Saints—great figures who, in any other place, could make the world tremble with a stomp of their foot. And yet, not one of them had noticed the newcomer's arrival.
'If he was here to assassinate someone…'
