Zhou Wuying just looked at her.
"It's sealed so tightly." Li Tishui looked ahead again, sighed lightly, "Technically, this isn't my responsibility. But I still worry that our swordsman might slip—shall we try to open it together?"
"Tianshan hopes no one else can open it again," Zhou Wuying said.
"...Is that so? That's really unfortunate." Li Tishui smiled.
At this moment, the sword at her waist unsheathed.
It formed a protruding shape under the cloak, then the cloak slipped off, revealing the hilt and the bright blade.
"..."
Zhou Wuying glanced down: "Xianghuang."
"I'm guessing you're young and might not know the name of the Xianghuang Sword Master?"
"Li, Ti, Shui." Zhou Wuying raised her eyes, staring straight at her.
Li Tishui sighed lightly, gripped the hilt, and pushed the sword back to her waist.
A resounding clang as it entered the sheath.
"Yao Tianwu" and "Lu Shi" were beheaded in front.
Pei Ye just caught the collapsing body.
