Meanwhile, Wei Shuang'Er, who had been standing to the side stewing, could no longer contain herself as she watched the calm and composed Guo Jie in the distance. She leaped forward and declared coldly, "Guo Jie, come out and fight me!"
Guo Jie, standing beside Yu, glanced over at the sound of Wei Shuang'Er's voice. She shook her head and said softly, "You're no match for me."
"Is that so?" With a flick of her wrists, two short swords materialized in Wei Shuang'Er's hands.
Guo Jie couldn't help but laugh. "You silly girl!"
Wei Shuang'Er grew even angrier at Guo Jie's words. The two swords in her hands danced like beautiful butterflies, a blur of arcing light as they flew straight at Guo Jie.
Guo Jie simply shook her head. She moved like a willow catkin in the wind, drifting with casual, weightless grace, yet Wei Shuang'Er's swords could never land a single blow.
