"Got it. You can go down first." The clouds came from the sea.
The bailiff said yes and hurriedly left.
Yun Zihai came to the door and opened it.
It was dark outside, but when he opened the door, a ray of starlight shone in the night sky.
A long sword with the reflection of moonlight cut through the night sky and headed straight for Yun Zihai's neck.
The person holding the longsword was dressed in black. Even his face and head were covered with a black cloth.
The sword was fast and silent.
If not for the reflection of the moon, the sword would not have been visible.
"Clang!"
A crisp sound of collision rang out.
A piece of paper covered the tip of the sword. On the paper was an article.
This sword was extremely sharp, and it could even break a hair. However, after being wrapped by the paper, it seemed to lose its strength and stopped in mid-air.
