Qing Yueqiu had been feeling strange recently. Her master clearly wasn't in seclusion, yet she hadn't seen a trace of him for many days.
'What on earth happened to Master?'
As she mulled it over, the hand swinging her sword slowed, and her once-beautiful Sword Skill gradually lost its form.
HUMMM—
Luminous trembled lightly, as if reminding its master to steady her mind.
But Qing Yueqiu still couldn't concentrate. She stopped her sword practice, sheathed the blade, and placed her free hand over her anxiously beating heart.
For some reason, her heart had felt heavy these past few days, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something bad had happened.
This ominous premonition had been haunting her ever since that woman, Ji Xichan, moved into the Cold Palace Sword Mansion.
Qing Yueqiu looked back in the direction of Ji Xichan's residence, her lovely crimson eyes narrowing.
A few days ago, she had slapped her.
