"If you can make me move one step, you win." Tan Mo turned his head and glanced at her, the halo of black light slowly brightening between his fingers: "Consider this killing some idle time."
Before the words even fell, the girl's slender figure appeared behind Mo, two black short swords with a layer of black flame traces wrapped around them turned into a cross-shaped burn mark as they intersected in the air, their blade pointed directly at Mo's left shoulder.
A rare, fleeting smile flickered across her lips. The reason 'killing some idle time' was enough for Ji Xiaodao already, and if it's just about making the man in front of her move a step, it shouldn't be too hard...
Ding!
Accompanied by a teeth-grating sound of clash, the twin swords in Ji Xiaodao's hands unexpectedly couldn't press down any further. A black crystal spontaneously appeared about ten centimeters behind Mo, who hadn't even turned his head...
"You'd better get serious."
