The night was as black as ink. Chilly moonlight filtered through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, casting mottled, fragmented shadows on the ground.
Qing Yueqiu held her breath, her focus absolute. She moved through the dense forest as lightly as a falling leaf, her gaze locked on the Luminous Shadow Sword floating ahead of her.
The blade of the Luminous Shadow Sword glowed with a faint luminescence, guiding her through the darkness and using the moonlight to conceal Qing Yueqiu's presence.
Suddenly, the Luminous Shadow Sword trembled slightly and stopped in mid-air.
Qing Yueqiu immediately halted as well, her long, pale pink eyelashes fluttering.
She hid herself behind several ancient bamboo stalks, her fair white fingers clutching the corner of her clothes.
Ahead in the forest, a massive troop of the Demon Race surged past like a black tide.
