บท 887: Fighting for Survival

Han Yu walked out of the shadow of that old tree. Actually, Gu Shenwei didn't have any deep impressions of her. He just felt that she seemed somewhat familiar.

It was hard to tell just how old this woman was. Both her voice and her manner gave off the impression of someone sophisticated and mature, but her face was that of someone in their twenties and thirties. The moonlight partly obscured any defining characteristic of her age, and her common features obscured it even further.

She straightened her right arm and looked at the sword in her hand like how a common woman looked at her nails. She slowly raised her head, obsessively staring at the tip of the blade as she briefly sighed, "If I lose, please cut my head off with this sword."