He was completely unaware that the sword had already swept through like waves, killing four constables standing in its path.
A straight thrust, piercing the window, its target straight at the Prefect Pei sitting on the brocade stool with a teacup in hand.
"Ah..."
The color drained from Prefect Pei's face as his eyes widened, the teacup in his hand falling with a clang.
The sword's edge had yet to reach him, but the emerald light reflected a ripple of water, long reflected in his eyes, leaving his mind blank.
"So, this is the Illusory Heart Sword."
Chen Ping, with a heart as clear as the bright moon, stood quietly in place.
He had long since replaced the fine steel long sword in his hand, slanting it toward the ground...
His robe fluttered with the wind, appearing entirely unperturbed.
Inside, however, waves rose in his heart, like seeing ripples of sound exploding outward, sweeping to all directions.
