"How is that possible?!"
At the moment Lin Qingque's voice, filled with disbelief, rang out from above, the moon's shadow fluttered under the eaves, and a flash of sword light leapt out of the shadows like a red carp suddenly flipping its tail under a summer lotus leaf, rising against the moonlight.
Tian Liuli's face was without expression, her brows and eyes cold as frost-covered snow.
She didn't know what Lin Qingque was so surprised about; she only knew that the timing was ripe, so she made her move.
Strangely, Liu Ruoxue above seemed not to have realized what was happening, allowing the sword light to sweep past her and pierce through her body.
But that was all it did—pierce through.
There was no spray of blood, no scream.
Therefore, naturally, there was also none of the decisive victory Tian Liuli had imagined.
So, she slightly raised her eyebrows.
...
"Did you calculate all of this beforehand?"
