To be honest, although Qiao Ranran had no intention of getting entangled with Yu Mingxuan, she had never let down her guard around her. As a protagonist, Yu Mingxuan had a protagonist's halo, but it came with endless trouble. She might not be a walking disaster, yet she had plenty of problems of her own, and worst of all, those problems often dragged others down with her. If Qiao Ranran had not wanted to break Yu Mingxuan's Fortune, she would never have rashly traveled with her—Yu Mingxuan's Fortune and Wen Ziheng's reinforced each other.
So when Yu Mingxuan moved, Qiao Ranran raised the Crimson Grass Sword. She slid one foot back to deflect Yu Mingxuan's force, then thrust a needle as they passed each other. Yu Mingxuan twisted aside and dodged it.
Qiao Ranran had thought the illusion had shaken Yu Mingxuan's mind and left her an easy target. Instead, although red light flickered in Yu Mingxuan's eyes, her gaze was clear.
Frowning, Qiao Ranran retreated from Yu Mingxuan's Sword Qi. She looked at the stark gouge by her feet. Yu Mingxuan really meant to kill her. If Yu Mingxuan had merely resented her before, now she harbored a clear intent to kill. What had she seen in the illusion?
Wei Huai, who had come to his senses, was startled too. He rushed ahead of Yan Qingsui and Pei Ling to put himself in front of Yu Mingxuan. Right now, he was not saving Qiao Ranran; he was saving Yu Mingxuan. Of all times to attack Qiao Ranran! In the brief moment everyone had been distracted, the two had already exchanged several moves.
Wei Huai had no time to marvel that Qiao Ranran had escaped Yu Mingxuan's sword unscathed, traded blows with her, and even threatened her. He had to