At that moment, Jiang Qingyu caught a glimpse of a shadow flashing behind him.
The woman had always attacked him from the front, never once ambushing him from behind.
Jiang Qingyu suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, and then saw the tip of a bloody saber piercing out from his chest. At that moment, a warm breath brushed past his ear, accompanied by a sweet voice, "Young master, elder sister doesn't have time to play with you anymore. Elder sister cares so much for you; surely you won't complain to King Yanluo, right?"
With that, the woman chuckled, and with a forceful twist of her hand, pulled the saber out from Jiang Qingyu's back.
Jiang Qingyu clutched his chest, kneeling halfway to the ground, his eyes filled with unwillingness and terror, muttering, "I just became a sect named disciple... everything was fine... how could this happen..."
