Chapter Forty-Nine: The Night Watchman

ceited look in his eyes.But the sword never lies.A swordsman's sword is, in itself, the most genuine language.The sword unsheathed with a sound.Like the afternoon of autumn, on a placid lake, a slight...e picked up and put it into practice. As she performed, the wind and clouds stirred in response.The more she fought, the fiercer she became, like a dragon dancing with a phoenix.And then it gradually...