When Jiang Ying first arrived at the Xiao family shop, she thought she had stepped into a junkyard.
Discarded Alchemy Furnaces and magical artifacts were piled as high as a small hill, covering the floor so completely that there wasn’t a single spot to set foot. A broken sword jutted out from the pile of debris, its rusted tip aimed directly at Jiang Ying’s head.
She extended two fingers and carefully pushed the dangerous blade aside. At that moment, a black, nondescript object sliced through the air, heading straight for her face.
Chapter 17