Wang Mao let out a cold laugh, leapt up, sheathed his short dagger, and drew a soft sword from his waist. The green blade was as nimble as a white snake flicking its tongue, flashing with a cold gleam, hissing through the wind, directly targeting the forehead of the blurry figure outside the lattice window.
The person outside the lattice window moved like a swimming dragon, walking effortlessly, as light as a swallow, flying several meters away. The tip of his foot lightly tapped on the ornamental plant in Tangli Garden, and he stood effortlessly suspended on that insignificant leaf.
The mission was incomplete, and returning would inevitably result in a scolding. Wang Mao tapped his sword and attacked the opponent like a bolt of lightning, filling the courtyard with murderous intent.
A streak of silver light brushed past the courtyard~
The sword was securely pinched between the opponent's index and middle finger. Three moves would determine the win or loss!
