"Why? Are you getting scared?" she added, her voice a little haughty. She started walking, stepping past several people without the slightest fear. But her steps suddenly stopped when her eyes caught something.
Without the slightest fear or worry, she seized a sword in the hand of a nearby man, observing the pattern in the hilt of the sword carefully.
'This is the same pattern as the sword I used that night,' she thought.
The owner of the sword just stood there, as if hesitating to move, and only resigned to seeing his sword snatched by the masked man. It wasn't that he was afraid, it was just that Master Lui Yang asked them not to make another move first.
"This is a very good sword," Xiao Ara praised as she rubbed the sword with her slender fingers.
