"A blade can kill, but it cannot perform."
"Since you're here to test me, bear in mind that blades and swords have no eyes. Make a mistake, and you die."
The voice was not loud, but it was enough for the three on the second floor to hear clearly.
Chen Yi was hardly someone bound by martial virtue. Since they had provoked him willingly, even if it was merely a test, he might as well kill a chicken to warn the monkeys.
The bell tower fell into utter silence. The female attendant beside the two women had already raised her eyes, ready to counter Chen Yi should he suddenly strike.
Meanwhile, the woman with her hair tied back had softened her expression and spoke with a long-faced grin:
"What a fierce killing intent. But I fail to understand—how come even Ye Ming, such a seasoned figure, couldn't detect your murderous aura?"
She was a tall, imposing woman whose stature seemed almost too much for a small horse-drawn cart to bear. Her questions carried an air of authority.
