"Hehe~," Qiao Wanjun couldn't help but laugh wryly.
She looked at her calm and composed children and couldn't help but feel sentimental.
If it had been the fifteenth day of the first lunar month last year, facing such a situation, both of them would have turned pale with fear in their hearts.
Would they have been joking around like they were now?
Indeed, they had both grown up...
With a casual wave of her hand, a sword shadow flashed by.
In an instant, the sword shadow transformed into a floating silhouette, standing in front of the dining room window.
Divine Technique·Sword Dance Clear Shadow!
The moment that figure appeared, a hand was already pressed against the window, and a flying sword, passing through the barrier of the window from outside, vanished in a flash.
"Crack!"
That was the sound of the Night Charm Robe shattering.
"Sss!"
That was the sound of the blade piercing flesh, the flying sword penetrating the head of the Night Charm.
