Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
After handing Feng Wuya over to Long Xinghe, Chu Qianli returned to her own bedroom.
Just as she extinguished the candlelight and was about to sleep, a cool breeze suddenly attacked from the window.
Chu Qianli sprang up from her bed and indeed, the person had already arrived beside the window.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, three sounds echoed as the long sword danced under the faint moonlight, drawing three cold, icy circles of silver light.
Chu Qianli leapt up without even having time to put on her boots and flew out with one foot.
Clang, her foot met with the back of the long sword.
Chu Qianli had not expected that the opponent would use the flat of the blade rather than the sharp edge.
The opponent clearly did did not anticipate that her socks held a secret—a hidden weapon.