The scimitar's blade shifted restlessly, attempting to break free from Qiao Mu's grasp under the influence of her divine sense.
However, Qiao Mu didn't give it the slightest chance.
With a frigid look in her eyes, she spoke mercilessly to Holy Daughter Nie Yaoguang, "You! Are! Seeking! Death!"
Anyone who brandished a weapon against her could expect dire consequences.
In that very moment, the tip of the young woman's dainty foot landed on the shattered window frame. She appeared to float over the water, her plain garments billowing in the breeze, exuding an aura of icy detachment.
Madam Guo'an couldn't help but shiver. She vividly recalled a similar encounter when she had foolishly attempted to attack the young woman with a spiritual tool, only to meet her own misfortune.
The Holy Daughter before her was likely headed for a similar fate.
