It was deep into the night, and even dew had formed.
Qiao Mu was draped in an ice-thread sable-fur cloak, and she was also holding a small hand warmer tucked into her sleeves. She strolled beside Mo Lian and ascended the city gate tower.
When she cast her gaze below the city gate tower, it fixated on one point. Qiao Mu involuntarily grasped a brick on the city wall with her small hand, and her eyes lit up abruptly as she softly murmured, "Little Sixth."
Amongst the crowd, the black-clothed youth's figure seemed extremely vigorous and remarkable. His long sword danced in his hand: hacking, chopping, flicking, and thrusting.
After piercing a zombie between its eyebrows, he lightly leaped up, as deftly as a swimming dragon and as swiftly as a phantom.
Furthermore, after repeatedly leaping high up like a rabbit and landing as lightly as a falcon, the youth reached a fatty's side and helped him block a zombie that had pounced at him from the side.
