The night wind whined, and the inner courtyard of the Dongchang was utterly silent.
"Hmm?"
Lu Xuan, who had been immersed in refining a potent medicinal herb, suddenly stopped his actions.
He slowly raised his eyes, looking towards the door.
In the halo of the lanterns on both sides, a shadow stood still like a sculpture.
The two red lanterns hanging under the eaves swayed slightly in the wind.
The candlelight cast the fiery red halo through the white gauze above the door, spilling it on the floor of the room.
Swish!
A streak of blue light suddenly tore through the night!
The blue sword gleam was so fast it surpassed human vision, leaving only a thin, paper-like trace of light on the retina.
The door silently slid down, the cut smooth as a mirror, without a single grain of wood splintered.
Shen Wanbao stepped in under the bright moonlight, and when his boot sole crushed the threshold, the lanterns suddenly dimmed for a moment.
