This Weak Little White Flower

An Jiuyue raised her eyebrows and replied, "Uh-huh."

Escaping from the military camp? She's bold indeed!

However, her attention was not on what was on the surface. Instead, she was fixated on the way Xue Ling dodged her attack.

There was no need for Xue Ling to dodge. She would only be slightly injured at the very most.

However, she dodged the sword completely in one motion. Was this something an arrogant young lady, who would become unreasonable when angered, could do?

Was Xue Ling hiding something all along?

Looking at the long sword in front of her, Xue Ling gulped and trembled.

"War… Warlord!"

She had been by Qian Jiyun's side for so long. She might not be able to recognize many things, but she could recognize the 'Warlord'. It was Qian Jiyun's sword, which had accompanied him everywhere and killed many enemies. It was stained with the blood of countless enemy soldiers.