"Please come in."
The blonde girl nodded slightly but did not turn around. She still faced the French windows, gazing at the bright moon in the sky.
Previously, when Qin Heng unsheathed the Flowing Moon Sword, its unparalleled sharpness had pierced the golden light screen and streaked through the air, actually creating a crack in the Victory Oath Sword! Though barely noticeable, it still left an indelible sense of panic in the blonde girl's heart. The sword light, as pure as moonlight, had imprinted itself on her mind.
