DING!!!
That was the sound of metal striking metal, a faint noise originating from the collision between the long sword in Shen Jingzhe's hand and the Xuantian Needle. But in this pitch-black, silent room, it sounded particularly piercing.
Before Lin Xiao had even thrown the Xuantian Needle, he had already planned his escape. Yet, the instant the needle left his hand, before his body could even react, Shen Jingzhe's sword was once again pressed against his neck, as if it had never moved at all.
But Lin Xiao knew. It wasn't that her sword hadn't moved; her speed was just too fast. So fast that it created an illusion.
"What, you thought you could ambush me with such measly tricks?" Shen Jingzhe asked coldly.
"Ambush? Miss Shen, you've got it wrong. I was clearly trying to treat your illness!"
"Shut up!" Shen Jingzhe snapped. Her low voice carried an indisputable authority.
