Ning Qing looked at him, her eyes gradually sparkling with spirit, and exclaimed excitedly, "I will go with you!"
"Good, then let's go!"
Afterwards, Murong took a resolute Ning Qing and walked out.
Ding watched the two figures, suddenly laughing loudly.
"Yes, that's right, what's the point in practicing the blade if you don't even have that bit of courage."
"Kid, this is for you!"
With a swish, a roll of red cloth shot out like an arrow.
Murong caught it in his hand with a swift motion.
On the red cloth was written a line of ink characters - "A Night Listening to Spring Rain".
Holding the red cloth, Murong couldn't help but express his gratitude, "Thank you, senior!"
With those words, he left without any hesitation or delay.
The Blood Shadow Mad Blade, unsheathed, was very eye-catching in the night.
...
Duan Yun was completely unaware that Murong had run into trouble.
Or rather, besides being deceived by a woman, Duan Yun didn't worry too much about Murong.
