Whoosh!
From the tiled roof of the dilapidated temple, someone descended, long sword in hand, thrusting straight towards the teenager.
The two accompanying the teenager were not to be trifled with, either. They quickly drew their own weapons and engaged in combat, while the teenager himself also pulled out his Soft Sword from his waist and charged forward to meet the attack.
Just as Wufu had predicted, a fierce battle unfolded on this snowy night.
Wufu glanced at Ah Jiu, his eyes conveying, see, I was right again, wasn't I?
Ah Jiu pursed her lips and smiled, giving a thumbs-up.
The people nearby who accidentally caught sight of this couldn't help but twitch their mouths. There they were, fighting a life or death struggle, and these two were exchanging meaningful glances, showing no respect for the fierce battle. Shouldn't they at least be tense to avoid unintended disasters?
