Chu Qianli was not unaware of the danger approaching, in fact, she knew that a mere raise of her hand and a gust of her palm wind would keep the peril at bay.
But she was exhausted.
Her entire body felt as if it were burning in a fierce flame, causing each of her meridians and every inch of her skin to suffer indescribably.
Yet that name, that figure, seemed like the gentlest breeze, slowly cooling the searing heat in her heart.
The poison dart was less than an elbow's distance from her heart.
Hua Rong breathed a sigh of relief, watching as the poison dart pierced toward Chu Qianli's heart.
But just as the poison dart was about to reach Chu Qianli's heart, suddenly, a flash of silver light appeared.
With a clang, the two poison darts were actually deflected by Sword Qi.
Instantly, they disappeared into an unknown corner.
"Who?" As he spoke, Hua Rong leaped up and retreated more than a dozen steps.