Qiao Jing gripped the sword hilt, stepping lightly, and smoothly climbed atop the prepared wooden piles on the set. Using her momentum, she bounced slightly and raced forward, leaving an impression as if she truly possessed the art of Qinggong.
Her sword dance was a blend of softness and strength. If someone skilled in swordsmanship had been watching at that moment, they would have realized that each of Qiao Jing's moves was potentially lethal.
After landing securely from the last wooden pile, the tip of her sword still glinted with a cold chill.
Even though she wasn't dressed in period costume, everyone on set felt as if Qiao Jing were the aloof senior sister from a martial arts school of ancient times.
After the sequence ended, those present were still immersed in the scene of the sword dance, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.
Qiao Jing returned the sword to the leading man and offered a reminder.
"Put some strength into your sword dance."