Dusk fell, and the moon was obscured by the night's darkness.
Hua Miaofu sat in the store, restless in spirit.
The spiritual sense of a cultivator made her anxious and uneasy.
But upon careful reflection, Hua Miaofu couldn't find any oversight.
She had always been careful and cautious, so it seemed impossible that anything could go wrong.
As Hua Miaofu paced back and forth in the room, she suddenly heard a faint sound.
"Who's there?"
"I'm telling you to be careful, why are you still getting caught? You can easily startle the snake like this, you know. How did you become so lax? No wonder you can't protect your junior sister," Gong Qiming rambled on, while Yan Sinian only responded with two words.
"Shut up!"
Accompanying the shout was a blast of Sword Qi.
In midair, it coalesced into a scalpel-like shape, emitting a piercing sound as it sliced through the air.
Hua Miaofu dodged immediately, her veil slashed fiercely by the scalpel, leaving a bloody mark on her face.