Qing Mei and Hongchou exchanged a glance, and suddenly, they both charged at Xiaoyao.
Xiaoyao had no weapon in her hand.
Feng Yexuan narrowed his eyes, intently staring at Xiaoyao's hands.
He didn't know what he was thinking, but he just wanted to see if this girl could actually conjure something out of thin air.
For example, a dagger?
Her usual dagger?
If she really was the dead woman...
Although the idea was crazy, he had truly seen the shadow of the dead woman in the depths of her eyes just now.
If she really was the dead woman, with the Universe Chain recognizing its master, could it be that the Primordial Spirit of the Universe Chain was still on her?
Qing Mei slashed with her knife, and Xiaoyao, with a swift sidestep, quickly dodged.
Behind her, however, Hongchou held a long sword, leaped up, and thrust it towards the small of her back.
