The horse took a few steps forward before slowing to a halt. The large sword he had been ready to bring down froze abruptly by the woman's temple.
"..." It's a child!
Looking at such a uniquely stunning child, he couldn't bring himself to make the cut. A strand of hair at her temple brushed against the sharp edge of the blade.
It instantly snapped, drifting slowly down to her pink silk dress.
Looking at the child's exquisite face, void of fear, with delicate hands lingering on a zither, he knew she wasn't an ordinary child.
She was calm under pressure.
Such a beautiful child with potential to grow into a femme fatale.
Upon getting a clear look of her face, Yue Feng's eyes constricted; he unexpectedly couldn't strike her.
He curiously found the child intriguing.
He smirked behind his mask.
"Aren't you afraid of dying?"
After Yue Feng uttered his question, she stopped playing her zither and slowly lifted her gaze.
