The Hidden Shadow That Looms Over Heaven

I am Chen Yifan. They all say I am the shame of the Shadow Pavilion. Because when I'm carrying out cleanup missions, I always "accidentally" let one or two people go. My superiors scold me for being indecisive, and my colleagues laugh at my womanly compassion. Until today, the most valued genius of the Pavilion Master was driven to the brink of shattering of his Dao heart by an unsolved case, and knelt down to beg me to take action. I only glanced at the scene and chuckled: "It's so obvious, can't you see?" When I finished analyzing the truth and laid it out before them, the room fell silent. The Vice Pavilion Master, who had always ostracized me, pointed at me tremblingly: "You... who exactly are you?" I picked up the cup of spiritual tea on his table, a cup that no one dared to touch, belonging to the previous traitor, and drank it all in one gulp. "Someone who doesn't want to become a cold-blooded killing machine like you."