Chen Yi grabbed the collar of her robe at the back of her neck, then shook her wrist. The long sword fell into Chen Yi's hand.
"You, you!"
Lu Ying let out a sharp scream, wanting to turn around and hit him.
Chen Yi lifted her up, raised the back of the sword, and with a flick of his wrist, smacked it under the robe at a round spot!
Smack—
The crisp sound was particularly jarring in the quiet night.
Chen Yi growled viciously, "If you dare to stab me, don't blame me for not being polite."
Lu Ying's eyes widened, her pupils shrinking in disbelief at what had just happened. All she could feel was a burning pain.
Even her master had never hit her!
While Lu Ying was still in a daze, Chen Yi suppressed the Sword Intent within the long sword, attempting to communicate with it through the intent.
And his guess was right—once the Sword Intent recognized him, it immediately calmed down. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been possible for him to seize the sword just now.
