"Puff!"
As the antique window was pushed open.
In the moonlight, a figure shot towards them rapidly.
The speed was like lightning, and the white light in her hand flickered, targeting not Lin Fan, who lay on the bed, but Ning Mengyao, who was sitting beside it.
This strike was almost ghostly in its swiftness.
As an ordinary person, Ning Mengyao naturally couldn't react in time.
However, Ni Chang, who sat next to her, had already sensed it.
Her right hand reached out, directly grabbing the opponent's armpit.
If the opponent didn't dodge, then the moment Ning Mengyao was killed, she too would be killed by Ni Chang's strike.
Feeling the attack, the figure hurriedly flipped in mid-air, abandoning the pursuit of Ning Mengyao while also dodging Ni Chang's sneak attack.
"You wretched girl, daring to make a sneak attack!"
After landing, Master Miejue glared at Ni Chang furiously.
"You call your sneak attacks fair, but accuse me of foul play; what a waste of your monk's robe."
