The movement was clean, decisive.
Air split. Silence followed.
Qin Yue froze, his eyes fixed ahead.
"Why why why did you do that?"
Qin Yue slowly lowered the sword and his expression didn't change.
"It didn't work."
"Oh it worked. In fact it worked too well. Woosh! See me dissipating like dust in the wind?"
Qin Yue was annoyed by his sarcastic tone.
"Speak properly"
"So now you respond to me. You made me think I was going crazy acting like you couldn't hear a word I was saying"
Qin Yue scoffed.
"You? What about me?"
Hanguang Zhe wasn't in the mood to squabble.
"I can't be bothered to argue with you. All I have to say is that you've created a disaster for us with that thing"
Hanguang Zhe gestured towards the sword in disgust, forgetting that Qin Yue still couldn't see him.
Although he didn't know where the ghost was pointing at, Qin Yue had a fairly good idea.
"This was supposed to make you go away. Don't peach wood swords work that like that?"
