Qing Yueqiu suddenly awoke in the middle of the night.
She wiped away the fine beads of cold sweat from her forehead, her crimson pupils constricting slightly in the darkness.
'Is that... the aura of Master's Sword Qi?'
Although it was faint, there was no way Qing Yueqiu would ever mistake it.
'Is Master... fighting someone?'
'I have to go see!'
Qing Yueqiu's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst from her chest. For a moment, she had even forgotten that Pei Yuhang had achieved Void Refining, and that there were few in the entire Sect who could threaten him.
The young woman's fingertips trembled slightly; she had to tie the sash of her robe twice before managing to secure it.
She didn't bother to tidy her messy hair. Hurriedly, she pulled on a pair of white, over-the-knee silk stockings and rushed outside.
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