"Did you have a Dao companion while you were at Canglan Sect?"
A gleaming sword appeared abruptly before Mu Chenyuan, stopping just three fist-lengths from the center of her forehead. In that split second, she felt as if the blade had already pierced her, her mind involuntarily conjuring the phantom sensation of agony. She had been completely caught off guard; she had expected a routine meeting, not an ambush the moment she stepped inside.
Instinctively, Mu Chenyuan stepped back and lunged to the left, narrowly evading the strike. The sword slammed into a tree, and with a sharp crack, the fibers of the trunk snapped. The tree toppled to the ground with a thunderous crash.
Chapter 128