Because the sky above the Sin Duke's Manor, which had been faintly bright, returned once more to darkness.
However, though he awoke, it was as if he had not—there was not the slightest reaction.
So Ji Xiaodao, noticing this, simply kept him company in the study, daydreaming until dawn.
Finally, the young girl, nearly depleted of patience, couldn't help but ask.
Yet there was still no response from the other side...
Thus, her remaining patience completely disappeared as well.
Ji Xiaodao raised her right hand and gently tapped the air with her slender, fair index finger.
A flash of sword light emerged.
Then, a burst of blood sprang from the back of the man's shoulder.
"You!"
Although she had envisioned countless possibilities, including the opponent casually killing her, what she hadn't anticipated was her ability to actually wound him—wounded by a seemingly sharp sword shadow that was, in truth, neither fast, accurate, nor ruthless, but rather straightforward!
