In a luxurious European estate where the scent of gardenias lingered, the grandeur of a century-old mansion spoke volumes of its owner's exceptional status. In the rear garden, a young girl of unparalleled beauty sat gracefully on an ivory chair, her light blue dress accentuating her ethereal presence. Her aura was cold, her eyes clear as spring water, revealing no emotion. Behind her stood a middle-aged man in a black trench coat, his face obscured: "Miss, we have found the whereabouts of that person. He is in Binhai."

"Binhai?" The girl's cold smile revealed a hint of amusement. "Jun Haotian, let's see how long you can hide."

"Miss, that scoundrel has some nerve, running away from an engagement. Does he even know who he is? A worthless, arrogant second-generation rich kid. Miss, why not take this opportunity to annul the engagement? He doesn't deserve you, his reputation in the capital is atrocious."

"Shut up!" The girl's voice remained icy. "He is my fiancé. I can criticize him and teach him a lesson, but no one else is allowed to speak ill of him, not even you."

"But Miss, he truly doesn't deserve you! And, the Human Killers have already gone to Binhai." The middle-aged man's eyes flitted nervously.

Predictably, the girl's voice grew even colder as she stood up abruptly. "Who gave you the authority to act on your own? How dare you!"

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"It was the master's order!" The man trembled.

"Grandfather!" The girl sighed, retracting her murderous aura and regaining her composure. "Prepare a ticket to Binhai."

"But Miss, what about the master..." The man hesitated.

The girl's demeanor hardened. "I'll deal with him myself!"

As she turned away, her eyes were resolute, but her heart was anxious: "You must be safe, you must. You promised to pick peach blossoms for me and watch the sunrise together. You must keep your word."

In Binhai, at the very moment Jun Haotian's carving knife flew, time seemed to halt within the villa. Although it was only for two seconds, it was enough. Jun Haotian's body vanished in the brief pause, reappearing to catch the suspended silver dragon carving knife. In one swift motion, he drove the knife into the throat of the man in the center, who fell without a drop of blood spilled.

The seamless move, executed in mere milliseconds, exemplified the lethal precision taught by Yun Tianji, a testament to his prowess as an assassin.

With a thud, the figure fell at Jun Haotian's feet. The other two men looked at Jun Haotian in astonishment, panic in their eyes. "A dual-system time and space ability user? Impossible! You have no meridians!"

"Retreat!" They became blurred shadows, disappearing from the villa.

Jun Haotian laughed arrogantly. "What a joke! They were no match for my imposing presence, scattering like the wind!"

Qiuqiu, however, reacted differently, growling with tension at Jun Haotian's back, as if warning him.

Too late, Jun Haotian turned just as a cold glint of light, accompanied by a shadow, struck his chest. Pain blossomed in his heart, and he distinctly heard the sound of his blood splattering, like wind chimes.

"Roar, roar, roar!" Qiuqiu's desperate growls echoed, its white fur now stained with Jun Haotian's blood, its eyes turning crimson.

A tremendous force surged from the heavens.