When Little Yueqiu, holding the Sword King Pavilion Master's longsword, raced to Prince Ning's Mansion, she froze in shock.
The once-familiar pavilions and terraces were now nothing but broken walls and ruins. Her mind went completely blank.
'My Prince Ning's Mansion... how did it turn into ruins...'
'Was this caused by Master and that mysterious, silver-haired woman who was flying in the sky?'
"This is... a little too much, isn't it?"
Little Yueqiu's eyelashes fluttered, her heart pounding with unease. She subconsciously bit her lip, leaving a faint line of teeth marks.
'If Master's battle with his enemy reached such a demigod-like level...'
'...then was there any point in me rushing over?'
'My presence would just be a burden to Master.'
Little Yueqiu had a clear understanding of her own strength. She had only studied Swordsmanship under Pei Yuhang for a single month. Even though she had become a Sword Saint among mortals, in a battle on par with a natural disaster—
