No words Qingyi could recognize escaped from the elven woman's lips.
Only a strange, fast, and beautiful chant, before an intense sense of danger overwhelmed the handsome young man's body. Immediately, he bent his entire body to the side.
The elven woman's hands became nothing more than a blur. Her blade flashed as she slashed at a speed that Qingyi was only able to follow with his draconic eyes.
There was no sound, no destruction. Only a quick, silent movement, followed by a cold breeze.
In the next second, the iron bars behind Qingyi opened. The same happened to trees miles away, their huge trunks split by a perfect cut, falling to the ground.
"Ah... it's been a long time since I've received such a warm welcome..." Qingyi flashed a gentle smile.
However, the elven woman's eyes did not linger on him for even a second longer; she soon turned to Ruxue.
To Qingyi's surprise, she immediately lowered her head.
