A chorus of startled gasps filled the room. Unfortunately, there was nothing cool to breathe in the sweltering basement. All they got was a lungful of hot, acrid air.

In the blink of an eye, a mercury thread so fine it was nearly invisible to the naked eye and sharp enough to slice at the slightest touch had easily severed Lou Feng’s hair. Most of the people present could easily produce the same result, but doing so without leaving any sign would have been impossible. Besides, there had been far more than a single strand inside the furnace. 

Who would have thought that after crouching beside the furnace all night, Ji Jue would come up with such an outrageous little tool for committing murder in a locked room?

For a moment, everyone looked at Lou Feng with newfound respect. Ember craftsmen, despite looking so refined and proper, and being all dignified and respectable, carry a bunch of deadly things in their pockets! Who could have seen that coming?

What other brilliantly deranged creation was he going to show them?

Under the weight of their wildly unrealistic expectations, Lou Feng’s eye twitched. His...