With speed likened to a long serpent and swift as a lightning, Huan Qiu's whip crackled in the air, 'in a flash of lightning', then 'swooshed' towards the heads of a few young boys.
The boys were so frightened and immediately ducked, instantly feeling a chilly breeze graze their heads. Upon looking up, they saw the whip had skimmed the tops of their heads and landed with a 'crack' on a stone lion at the gate.
The stone lion, carved from green stone and weighing thousands of Jin, was as hard as iron. Yet at the instant the whip met its target, a ditch an inch deep shockingly appeared.
"Oh my goodness!"
The faces of the little boys changed drastically. That was a stone lion, and it was sculpted a deep groove by this woman's single whip. If that whip were to hit their bodies...
The little boys looked at each other, their eyes full of terror.
Holding the long whip, Huan Qiu observed the boys with icy eyes and asked coldly, "Are you going to open the door, or not?"
