Tang Ziqing glanced at Lin Tian without speaking, taking a step to the side, not to make way for him, but to reveal the black-clad woman.
The black-clad woman lightly raised her sword, a beam of moonlight cascading down, illuminating the blade, as the reflected light cast a shadow on Lin Tian's face. The gesture was clear: if one wanted to force through, they had to first contend with the sword.
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly felt a bit tense, seeming as if a great battle was imminent. However, in Shen Danxi's mind, it wasn't considered a great battle but rather that this reckless young man would be easily defeated with just one sword strike.
