The harsh clear light retracted in an instant.
Sikou Tingfeng raised her right hand, and the Qimen weapon renowned throughout the world as the Deputy Manor Master of The Number One Manor in the World had already transformed into the likeness of a short dagger, almost touching Xue Qinshuang's heart.
But it stopped abruptly.
Her eyes widened.
Xue Qinshuang was only half a step away from her.
Her light breathing brushed against Sikou Tingfeng's face.
The short sword, just an inch longer than an ordinary dagger and held in reverse grip, was now positioned at her throat. Its blade seemed dull and unremarkable, save for the edge which bore a cold intent similar to that in Xue Qinshuang's eyes.
Her black hair, swept aside by the Sword Qi, fluttered lightly.
When Xue Qinshuang looked up, Sikou Tingfeng thought she saw two cold stars moving in the air, leaving behind traces carrying the chill.
Sikou Tingfeng's brows furrowed tightly, and her expression returned to indifference.
