It was a portrait of a beauty, the woman in the painting holding a mirror to her face. Yet upon closer inspection, it seemed as though the lips of the beauty in the portrait were moving.
Her heart skipped a beat, a gleam flashing in her eyes. Seizing the moment while the voice still spoke, she lunged forward in a single swift stride. The dagger clenched in her hand plunged viciously into the beauty depicted in the portrait.
"Hisssssssssss! You... How dare you!"
A bloodcurdling scream rang out, followed immediately by an angry, frenzied voice.
At the moment the dagger pierced, Yue'er sensed a current of air seeming to sweep across the painting. She had cut through that current, driving the dagger deep into the beauty's chest. Dimly, she thought she saw a trickle of blood emerge. Just as she tried to look closer, a powerful force from the portrait hurled her backward.
