The moonlight shone on the cold sword blade, its chilling gleam blinding.
This was a very ordinary sword, like an imperfect item one might find in an antique market, seemingly so fragile it could snap in half with a twist.
"A sword?" The woman looked at Ye Wanlan's movements and couldn't help but reveal a smile, "What, learned a few fancy moves and now you think you're incredible? No wonder you thought of taking the sword hilt from me, without even asking yourself if you're worthy! Sword, come!"
"Clang!"
Another sound of a sword being drawn rang out, and a sword flew out of the wooden house, firmly gripped in the woman's palm.
"Even now I have to admit, you're quite bold, coming here to find me alone in the dead of night," the woman's smile at the corner of her mouth deepened, "My Lake Heart Island rarely receives visitors, because those who come—end up as corpses—"
"Whoosh whoosh!"
A sudden gust of wind rose, swirling like a violent tornado.
