"Whoosh—" Murong Qiqi extended her left hand, and a golden thread appeared with a small golden bell threaded through it. "Since you said that, don't blame me for being merciless!"
"Thank you for your mercy!" Under the silver mask, a seductive smile appeared on Feng Cang's lips as he produced a curved blade in his hand. To Murong Qiqi's surprise, the silver-masked man didn't hold the knife conventionally but with a reverse grip.
A real expert! Murong Qiqi sneered.
"Master—" Nalan Xin couldn't help but warn Feng Cang after seeing Young Master Guanghua's weapon. This red-clothed man's weapon was too soft and unconventional; no one had ever seen anyone use a bell as a weapon in the Jianghu.
"Dingling…" Murong Qiqi hooked his left hand on the golden thread, and as the night wind blew, the bell rang. Without waiting for Nalan Xin to finish, Murong Qiqi leaped into the air, stepping on a thin piece of wood and flying towards Feng Cang.
