"Jing'an, look out!"
Fu Mingyue’s voice rose sharply, echoing through the deep, narrow alleyway. Her fingertips still burned from where Xiao Yu had shoved her aside, but now she could only watch in horror as that flash of cold steel aimed straight for her sister’s throat.
Xiao Yu moved like a phantom. One moment he had been the picture of aristocratic elegance, but the next, he had lunged with lethal intent. His left hand feinted, a mere distraction, while his right hand wielded a hidden dagger that sliced a deadly silver arc through the moonlight.
Chapter 132