Long Night · Finale
"Hmm-hmm-hmm~ hmm~ hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm~ hmm-hmm~"
Amid soft, hazy singing, a drifting, slender figure swept through the city's neon lights and nightscape. Like a weightless ghost, she leaped between high-rises and skyscrapers, each jump carried by a breeze beneath her body, as though she were soaring through the sky.
Just like that, she landed atop the apartment building.
Ignoring gravity, she walked down the wall, kicked open the half-closed window, and jumped into the room where the lights were still on.
"A Ran, I'm back."
What answered her was sword energy so refined it seemed almost nonexistent!
A merciless Hundred Swords Barrage came howling toward her!
Streams of sword energy converged like a storm, filling the overly cramped living room and swallowing her whole. Yet soon, countless currents of sword energy that surpassed even sharp blades scattered entirely beneath the sweep of a faint glimmer.
An Ning stepped inside and saw that familiar face...
Already filled with fury!
"Don't bully Brother Ji Jue!"
"You're actually throwing a tantrum?"
An Ning paused in slight surprise, then nodded in understanding. "Mm, after two years apart, A Ran has grown up too."
With a soft sigh, her figure abruptly surged forward. Without any warning, she appeared before An Ran and effortlessly dismantled and defeated his long-awaited assault.
In the end, she skillfully grabbed his wrist, twisted it, and pinned him to the sofa.
Just like the outcome of their countless sparring matches in the past.
Little An was utterly defeated.
At last, she lowered her head and asked curiously:
"Are you trying to steal a man from your sister?"
Little An froze, so shocked that he forgot his anger. He shook his head furiously. "I-I... Brother Ji Jue and I aren't that kind of relationship! And men and men can't possibly..."