Lu Yuque suddenly bent backward, narrowly avoiding a deadly strike—she was indeed more alert than before—seeing a small figure agilely climbing through the window.
At the same time, a cold wind blew in from behind, the door had silently opened, and the inn waiter was already pressing in with a sharp sword.
They were indeed assassins from Flower Injury Building. The building's assassins usually worked in groups of three. If it was two, they must be seasoned partners with a reputation for danger.
Two swords came from the front and back, Lu Yuque rolled on the ground, gathering the longsword by the bed into her hand.
Then, with a push off the bed, she flipped mid-air, dodging the two pursuing swords once more. The longsword rang out as it was drawn from its scabbard, a silver light faster than lightning shot straight at the waiter.
"Spring Branch Sword"·[Wind Stirs the Morning Leaves], she was indeed performing much better than that night.
