The disciple turned around, only to see a person appearing behind them like a ghostly shadow, scaring him into taking a step back.
Upon hearing his panic-stricken voice, another disciple also turned around, and seeing Qian Jiyun with another, was also startled, hurriedly drawing the long sword at their side and pointing it straight at them.
"Tsk tsk, do tell this seat, how many of you are there?"
An Jiuyue raised her hand and flicked the tip of the long sword, dislodging it from the disciple's grip and sending it flying into the wall nearby.
"You, you..."
Both disciples were simultaneously scared.
These two were no ordinary characters—a woman, who was actually able to disarm him...
The corner of his eye caught a glimpse of his own sword now embedded in the wall, and his legs trembled with fright, struggling to form words.
