West Lake wasn't big. It was no more than a few li long. Looking over from Loushang Tower, the waters still appeared vast and mighty.
Fan Xian stood on the top floor of the building. He narrowed his eyes and watched the surface of the lake through a veil of bamboo curtain.
He saw two shadows flitting quickly across the right side of the lake. They occasionally tapped against the surface of the water, sending up a spray before stepping on a boat near the embankment and sweeping past. They moved at astonishing speeds, much like two flashes of lightning chasing one another.
Sometimes they struggled back and forth above the surface of the lake. Their swords flashed across space, and the two soared in the sky. Their poses were beautiful but carried a sense of death that made people shiver in fear.
Blood suddenly appeared, and the two separated once more, sliding forward like two quick birds.
The scene appeared beautiful but was exceedingly frightening.
