But as the sound of footsteps approached, Mu Yin quickly gathered her senses, holding her breath in anticipation.
The sharp blade drew near, and just as the cold sensation almost touched Mu Yin's cheek, she suddenly flipped over and sat up, grabbing Tang Yawu's wrist.
Mu Yin moved with incredible agility and speed. Before the two could even react, she reversed the blade in Tang Yawu's hand and slashed it viciously across Chu Xueying's face.
"Ah..." a terrible scream echoed piercingly.
Chu Xueying fell to the ground, rolling and crying out in unbearable agony.
Everyone was awakened from their sleep by the commotion.
Tang Yawu, however, was more than stunned, holding the blade in her hand without reacting, frozen like a statue.
Mu Yin wanted to scream for help, ready to play out her part fully, but before she could say a word, the lights came on, revealing that detestable man appearing before her, still in the same outfit as when he had left, only with a faint trace of alcohol.
