"Hmm hmm hmm~hmm~hmm hmm hmm hmm~hmm hmm~"
In the midst of a gentle yet indistinct singing, a fleeting and delicate figure swept through the neon and night of the city, like a weightless ghost, leaping between high-rises and skyscrapers. Each leap was aided by a breeze lifting her body, as if she were soaring through the sky.
And just like that, she landed on top of an apartment.
Defying gravity, she walked down the wall, kicked open the half-closed window, and jumped into the room that was still lit.
"An Ran, I'm back."
What responded to her was a surge of Sword Qi that was so refined it bordered on existing and not existing!
A relentless barrage of hundreds of swords, whistling towards her!
Streams of Sword Qi converged like a storm, filling the overly narrow living room, completely engulfing her. But soon, the countless Sword Qi, superior to sharp blades, disappeared in the dispersal of a faint glimmer of light.
An Ning stepped in and saw that familiar face...
