The figure in black was steadily approaching Zi Yun, raising the sharp blade in their hand slowly, as if ready to end her life. In a matter of seconds, the woman in black had already reached Zi Yun's back. Zi Yun was not a cultivator; once the blade descended, her life would be in danger.
"Who's there?" Suddenly, Zi Yun jolted as if waking from a nightmare, leaping up from the table and shouting loudly. Instinctively, she turned her head, locking eyes with the other person.
The scariest thing is when the air suddenly turns silent.
Zi Yun looked at the figure before her, panic written all over her face. At that moment, Zi Yun might not have been the only one seized by fear; even the woman in black in front of her seemed startled. After all, Zi Yun's movements hadn't given any warning, happening almost instantaneously.
