Rong Taotao held the saber in a reverse grip and stepped forward, straddling her. Looking down at the dazed girl, he said, "Wake up."
"Ngh..." Ye Nanxi's head was ringing, and she was in agony.
Listening to the faint, indistinct voice that seemed to drift down from the heavens, she forced her eyes open. Her vision was a haze, revealing a blurry young man and an equally blurry Tang Saber.
The next moment, Ye Nanxi's eyes shot wide open, her pupils constricting to pinpricks!
SHINK!
The sharp Tang Saber grazed past Ye Nanxi's ear and plunged deep into the turf beside her head.
Her eyes remained wide. In her dazed and confused state, she was vaguely aware of what had happened, yet it also felt as if nothing had occurred at all.
The two powerful figures watching from the side had understood the moment they saw the angle of Rong Taotao's downward thrust.
Rong Yuanshan offered some reassurance. "Don't worry. The boy knows what he's doing."
