The Great Shark's Rash Move (4)

Lady Mingzhu did not know Jing Ni.

She only knew Red Lotus.

But whether she knew Jing Ni was unimportant. Very few people in this world knew Jing Ni, and even fewer had seen and remembered her face. As such, it was enough for her to recognize the sword in Jing Ni's hand. One recognized the person by their sword; that was the norm in this world.

Thus, the first thing Lady Mingzhu thought when she saw the Jing Ni Sword—

Was that her eyes were playing tricks on her.

The Jing Ni Sword.

One of the Eight Swords of King Yue.

And one of Netherworld's infamous killing weapons.

As the saying went, a person could die, but a sword could not vanish.

Generally speaking, there were only two ways this sword could be kept.

The first was to place it on display in a pavilion because no suitable wielder could be found.

The second was to have it held in the hand of the current bearer of the Jing Ni Sword.

Honestly, Lady Mingzhu would rather have seen the first than encountered the second. The latter meant that a Grandmaster was sitting before her, and her life or death depended on a single thought from the other party.

Therefore, Lady Mingzhu dearly hoped her eyes had deceived her.

Though failing eyesight was common among the elderly.

Admitting that she was old was still better than facing death head-on.

Unfortunately, under the bright lamplight, there was no way she could have mistaken it.

So she instinctively reached for the back door.

Only then did she discover that it had somehow been shut.

The discovery gave Lady Mingzhu a fright.

She instinctively turned to look behind her.

After all, at this point, whether she turned around or not, the Jing Ni