The attic illuminated brightly, all due to a long sword.
The sword's radiance pierced through the sleeve, reflecting on Cui Niannu's horrified and pale face.
In the next instant, Cui Niannu shouted sharply and leapt up, soaring like a celestial maiden ascending to the heavens.
Petals rained down.
But those "petals" were actually Cui Niannu's sleeves.
The long sword not only tore apart Cui Niannu's sleeves but also shredded them into fragments, catching countless tiny hidden weapons in the process.
At a glance, the sword seemed a treasure — illuminating the depths of the world's darkness and intimidating every ghost and demon lurking within.
The crowd was stunned.
Everyone knew that Fang La merely wielded an ordinary sword, taken from a guard's hand. Yet no one anticipated that once the sword was in Fang La's grasp, it would unleash such unimaginable power.
Suddenly, the sound of a flute echoed.
Outside the attic, the venomous snakes began to stir again.
