Chapter 20

Jiang Qingyu narrowed her apricot-shaped eyes, silently praising in her heart: *Such a fast blade!* Given her level of cultivation, she could only see the black blade cleave both the lantern and its wick in half. Just as the blade-wind made contact with the wick, it reined itself in and turned back on the edge, keeping the wick from extinguishing. The blade moved so fast that the lantern didn't even have time to react and split apart. Looking closely, a slit as fine as a silkworm's thread remained right down the middle of the lantern, completely imperceptible to the naked eye. "So cool!" Jiang Qingyu's eyes sparkled as she stared fixedly at the black blade behind the crimson lantern, a surge of fiery fanaticism in her gaze.