The sword Watersunder shone with a pure, moonlike brilliance, casting an aura of crystalline clarity across the surroundings.

In the shadowed corridor beneath the eaves, Shen Liushuang’s gaze was dark and unreadable, while Liu Rutang covered her lips with one hand in subtle amusement.

Peeking around the corner, Yan Qinghuan stuck out half of his head to observe the scene unfolding in the main hall, his eyes spinning rapidly with curiosity and calculation.

Drawn in by the swirling sword qi, Yan Qinghuan stared at it for quite a while before finally retracting himself like a startled squirrel.