C35 Killing Without Mercy

"Something's amiss!"

This exclamation emanated from Black Spirit, perched atop Feng Yi's head. A flicker of intuition prompted Feng Yi to scrutinize the elderly butler once more.

Tian Ji might have missed it, but Feng Yi had not. The butler's appearance was aged, yet at the moment the door swung open, the skin on his arm, revealed beneath his sleeve, was remarkably smooth