Aunt Qīng rubbed her Agarwood Bracelet, a flicker of amusement flashing in the depths of her eyes. "Since you managed to walk out alive, it's time you learned some real lethal techniques."
Amidst the gale-force winds whipped up by the helicopter rotors, Guan Yao was led directly into a subterranean shooting range cast from steel.
Along both sides of a three-hundred-meter-long corridor, cold weapons gleaming with a chilling light were put on display. Ranging from Japanese samurai swords to Nepalese Gurkha kukris, the frost and mist congealing on their blades served as a warning that they were by no means mere museum pieces.
Chapter 194