In her fierce battle with the man in grey and the man in black, she seemed to move with ease and confidence.
Her figure was graceful and ethereal, like a butterfly dancing in a fierce gale, light and elegant, weaving through the shimmering blades and swords as if she were a fish in water. The bamboo saber in her hand danced, its cold light flickering, each swing bringing a sharp wind, carrying the chilling air from the mountains.
The bamboo saber clashed with her opponents' weapons, producing a crisp and pleasant sound.
The grey-robed scholar and the black-robed scholar she fought against, however, were already terrified.
Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if they had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness. After all, two of their companions had already met brutal deaths in this courtyard, the bloody scenes haunting them like a nightmare, impossible to shake off.
