CHAPTER 456: CHAPTER 457: YOU HAVE GREAT POTENTIAL TO BE AN ASSASSIN

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away until they disappeared completely.

Shen Cheng finally withdrew her gaze and gripped the prison bars tightly with her slender fingers.

She leaned against the door for a while before walking over to the wall to inspect the mark of the Charming Nine Sect.

Bending down, she reached out to touch it.

Click!

The place where the mark was located moved slightly and emitted a sound akin to that of a mechanism being activated.

Shen Cheng quickly withdrew her hand and carefully examined the mark.

Only then did she notice a subtle crack around the mark, almost imperceptible unless looked at closely.

Touching it again, with a gentle but firm press of her index and ring fingers, the mark made a clicking sound once more.

This sound, arising in the dim and spacious environment, seemed exceptionally abrupt.

Shen Cheng bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, pressed on the mark, and twisted.

Click! Boom...

The wall, which had been intact up until that moment, suddenly lowered.

Shen Cheng furrowed her brows, took a few steps back, and pressed her body against another wall, warily watching the front.

The dim environment suddenly brightened up, the other side, hidden by the wall, was shockingly vast!

That environment was indescribably eerie.

An antique-looking Phoebe chair was placed in the middle, facing away from Shen Cheng, with paths on either side drawn out by thick iron chains.

Above, numerous glass bottles were hung by black ropes, each containing a rolled-up piece of paper.

The papers were rolled up, and it was impossible to see if there were any writings on them.

Below, there was a cliff so deep that the bottom was out of sight!

Shen Cheng looked at all this with a calm demeanor, her hands lightly clenched into fists.

The Charming Nine Sect, an organization no one can break...

Assassin, spy, secret agent, perhaps?

With a slight smile curling at the corner of her lips, the fists she clenched slowly relaxed.

This feeling, as if being close to Hell, was unprecedented, but all she could do now was to stay calm.

Because other than staying calm, there was no other way.

Just then, the Phoebe chair that had been facing away from her began to slowly rotate...

As the chair turned around, Shen Cheng finally noticed a man sitting on it.

The man was tall and slender, dressed in black, but his face could not be seen.

Because he was wearing a black mask.

He was like an Asura from Hell, his whole body seemed to emit a formidable and chilling aura.

Shen Cheng just watched him, so quiet as if she never existed.

Under the mask, his face seemed to change, and his unfathomable eyes seemed to be tinged with a hint of a smile.

"You are the first."

He suddenly spoke, uttering a rather peculiar sentence.

His low voice hinted that he was not very old, probably around twenty-seven or twenty-eight.

The first?

Looking at that masked face, Shen Cheng half-smiled, "The first what?"

Her expression remained calm, her voice even more so, without the slightest fluctuation.

The masked man chuckled softly, "The first person to step into my Charming Nine Sect and remain so serene."

He paused for a moment, correcting what he had just said, "Such a serene woman."

His words made Shen Cheng involuntarily chuckle lightly, "Otherwise? Should I cry and beg for your mercy? Or seek death as a threat to someone who will never feel threatened?"

The masked man’s eyes gradually deepened, seemingly with a smile, "Has anyone ever told you that you actually have the potential to be an assassin, or even a role more powerful than that? Indifferent, unemotional, detached, truly a fine prospect."