Under the moonlit night, two figures swiftly flew out of the courtyard filled with peach blossoms.
"It's the Pavilion Master, is there an enemy attack?!"
Jian Xing and Sword Spirit, two female disciples who were guarding the courtyard entrance, saw two figures emerge one after the other. They exchanged glances, their charming faces changing simultaneously.
"Sword Spirit, let's go help the Pavilion Master."
Jian Xing said softly, drawing her treasure sword.
"Wait, the figure in front seems to be the Honorary Pavilion Master?"
Sword Spirit remarked with a strange expression.
"Why would the Honorary Pavilion Master be here late at night?"
"Let's go follow them and see."
"..."
In the bamboo forest bathed in moonlight, Bi Luoyue's charming face was cold, holding the Cyan Peak Short Sword. Sword Qi danced among the bamboo.
Crack! Crack!
A few green bamboos were cut in half by the sharp Sword Qi, the cuts smooth as though sliced.
