"Enough, stop!" he barked in a deep voice, releasing the girl's hand and swiftly taking a step back. His eyesight was very good; under the moonlight, he faintly saw a flash of blue light glint off the tip of her blade.
"This tricky little girl, when did she again smear poison on her weapon?!" He couldn't help but feel a twitch in his brow; with his eyesight, he had failed to notice when she had tampered with her weapon. Initially, he had only labeled her as "tricky," but now he had added the evaluation of "malicious."
"Oh!" Ning Xiaoxian heard him and flipped her right dagger, already withdrawing it. She stood with her hands hanging at her sides, feet together, head bowed looking at her toes, a picture of docility. Where was the ferocious attacker from moments before?
