Ling Hua had encountered many assassins before, people who wanted her dead came in waves every month, but this was the first time she was held in Yan Qing's arms, watching him take action with her own eyes.
Although she always knew his martial arts skills were peerless, she had never seen him fight someone.
But this time, also the first, she didn't even see how he struck or how he drew his sword. She just saw the flash of starlight before her eyes, and she was already brought to safety by him.
The bloodshed from swords all around was the same as before, but in this moment, Ling Hua's senses seemed to fail her; she could only see Yan Qing's handsome and unequaled face, his clear-cut jawline, his lightly pursed thin lips, a pair of cold eyes. The depths of his eyes were like ice over clear water, his entire demeanor had changed, from casual to piercing cold, and exceptionally noble.
