As an assassin, Nan Xing was already a respected veteran in the profession, despite being only seventeen. As the leader of the martial world's foremost assassin organization, being cursed, hated, and reviled had become a familiar part of his life. Everyone in the martial world trembled at the sound of his name and avoided him like the plague. And yet, this absolute oddball, who was clearly the scion of a prestigious family and a shining light of the martial world, a favored son of heaven who looked down on everyone, insisted on pursuing a murderous, broken-down demon like him and offering himself to him. As the other man's peerlessly handsome yet expressionless face drew closer and closer, the old deer in Nan Xing's heart went completely wild, bounding around like a runaway dog. At last, Nan Xing couldn't take it anymore. He flipped the table and shouted in a frenzy, "I'm still a kid!"
