The dagger gleamed with a silvery white light, seeming to shimmer under the moonlight, with strands of coldness permeating the air. As it approached the skin, it felt as if it could freeze flesh and blood, clearly a very sharp object.
Huangfu Jingchen hurriedly sidestepped to dodge, simultaneously reaching out to block.
In the midst of the fight, a vase on the shelf—whether knocked, swept by the fist wind, or shaken by their movements—fell from the shelf.
The shelf was only about a meter above the ground.
Huangfu Jingchen was greatly alarmed.
Once the vase hit the ground, it would surely shatter, and the sound of breaking would inevitably alert the patrol below.
