Killer Reflexes Always Awe the Artist

The stamp slipped right through her fingers, and Yujia could've sworn that none of the dread she had in her entire life could compare to the emotions racing within her right now.

Then, the unexpected happened.

Something flashed before her eyes, the color of someone's hand. And in the next moment, Xie Yufeng uncurled the fingers of her right hand. The seal stamp that Yujia just saw slip through the railings was resting, safely, on Yufeng's palm. Yujia looked up at Yufeng, wide eyes, then down at the stamp in Yufeng's palm.

"How—" she mouthed, jaw practically dropped at this point.