Chapter 29

Two months later

Unknown POV

Footsteps?

I listened closely. Yes, footsteps. And it was coming this way. I quickly pulled the lower folds of my turban to cover my face. I wouldn't find it very pleasant if I were caught with my face exposed when I was supposed to be training. But even with the threat of punishment, I couldn't resist indulging myself.

Soon, the footsteps came into the room and paused, and I knew whoever it was must be accessing me, trying to determine my level of alertness.

"Who is that?" I asked, though my eyes were still closed.

There was no answer, but I hadn't expected an answer. Neither did I expect an answer when I called out the second time.

"I know you're there. Identify yourself!"

At last, I sighed. "If you don't identity yourself, you would be forced to fight me,"

Still no answer, just like I expected. Slipping a knife out of my sleeves, I threw it to the last spot I had heard the footsteps without even aiming.

Subtly, very subtly, the person shifted some