When Su Zhaojun stepped out of the study, her middle-aged maid greeted her, "Miss, be careful. It seems the old lady is mustering her forces. Looks like she got you a 'welcome' gift."
"I could have guessed that myself." Su Zhaojun responded with a sneer, "There's only so much she can do. We can adjust ourselves to deal with whatever she throws our way."
Gracefully, she headed towards the direction of the backyard. As she crossed the courtyard gate, a cloud of dust rained down from above, followed by an alarmed cry, "Be careful, Young Mistress!"
The sword-wielding lady was startled. She didn't notice anyone above her just now. At that moment, Su Zhaojun was surrounded by a frosty glow as a series of impenetrable sword shadows swept around her like a thunderstorm.
The dust was then propelled ten feet away, forming a neat circle.
