The north wind swept over the bluestone alleys with fragmented snow, Shi Feiyang's dark cloak flapping loudly, his alabaster face covered with a layer of frost.
The Cold Jade Sword in the young girl's hand shimmered with a blue hue, its tip trembling as though it wanted to pierce the air, but it emitted a clear chime upon touching the opponent's casually wielded shield of energy.
"The young lady's Kunlun 'Cold Jade Break Cloud' is indeed a true replication," Shi Feiyang flicked the snow off his shoulder with his fingers, the dragon-patterned knife sheath glinting faintly in the morning light, "but hastily wielding a sword at someone, do you take my Heroic Sakura Association for a mere decoration?"
His words were calm, yet the end carried a chill sharp as a blade cutting through ice.
The young girl's expression slightly changed, her wrist making a gentle sound of silver bells as she withdrew her sword: "I am Xue Li, only searching for someone."
