The night breeze was cool, and beneath the moon, a man and a woman stood.
The piece of clothing draped over the Qingping Sword danced in the wind before drifting towards the broken pigsty.
The flickering moonlight reflected off the sword in Su Bei's hand, casting a blinding light.
CLANG!
The sword hummed faintly. Following Su Bei's waving wrist, the Qingping Sword thrust straight towards the heavens.
Dan Wuque's eyes widened in shock as she looked at Su Bei, and at the sword in Su Bei's hand, momentarily forgetting to breathe.
Senior Brother... Senior Brother has drawn the sword?! That's the Qingping Sword, the Treasure of the Sword Sect that even Eldest Senior Sister couldn't draw! So casually done? Without a moment's hesitation?
Her eyes then filled with doubt, and that stubborn tuft of hair on her head stood up, swaying in the wind.
