Chapter Eight: Night of Knives
Moonlight cut the courtyard into pale shards.
Wang Xiao walked alone, humming softly.
Three shadows followed.
Steel flashed.
Before the first blade struck, a flute screamed through the air—metal rang, a sword flew free.
Wang San landed between them, smile gone.
From the opposite side, Yun Zhan appeared, sword drawn.
"Leave," Yun Zhan said calmly.
The Ling men hesitated—then retreated.
Wang Xiao tilted her head. "That was helpful."
Wang San glanced back. "Try not to get murdered without me."
She smiled. "I'll try."