Her figure turned into a cloud of black mist, drifting through the gaps in the tiles toward the room. Qin Yiqiu was sleeping on the outer side, making her an easier target.
The tip of the woman's dagger aimed straight at Qin Yiqiu's shoulder, but the moment it pierced the canopy, Qin Yiqiu opened her eyes, their gazes meeting.
Qin Yiqiu decisively raised her hand, her palm condensing into the shape of the Tianshui Sword.
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