While Ji Fengyan held onto the broken sword, and looked at Ji Qingshang—who had already turned sheet white from the shock—with a smile, she took a step back nonchalantly and used the sword tip to sweep off the defensive amulet that had been stuck onto her shoulders without her knowing.
With her enlarged pupils, Ji Qingshang stared at Ji Fengyan as she panted heavily. Her gaze at Ji Fengyan was no longer that of jealousy; Instead, it was filled with terror and fear.
Everyone else who was in the study room was also stunned as Ji Fengyan had acted so fast just now that they did not even have any time to react.
In the instant just now, they had almost thought that Ji Qingshang was bound to die!
As everyone recollected themselves, Ji Fengyan's lips continued to be smiling faintly. She reached out her hand to keep the defensive amulet and then took a glance at all the startled faces.
