Blades hurled from above, daggers thrust from behind, and attackers surging from every direction. Assassins disguised as merchants and peasants joined forces with masked killers, charging from all angles—above, in front, behind, and from the sides. It was a pandemonium that could overwhelm even a seasoned martial artist.

Yet Cheong strode through the chaos, unscathed, as if it were a mere stroll.

Oddly enough, their target wasn’t even her.

The assassins' sole objective was Mandalo. To pierce past the Heavenly Flower Sword and land a single hit on their target—poison, the assassin's best friend—meant they could overturn their fortunes. It …