Buzz buzz…

Amid soft and indistinct humming, a drifting, slender figure swept through the city’s neon lights and nightscape. Like a weightless ghost, she leapt between skyscrapers and towering buildings. Each time she jumped, the breeze lifted her as though she were flying through the sky.

At last, she landed atop an apartment building.

Ignoring gravity, she walked straight down the wall, kicked open the half-closed window, and jumped into the still brightly lit room.

“An Ran, I’m back!”

What answered her was sword energy so refined it hovered on the edge of existence. A merciless barrage of a hundred sword strikes came screaming toward her.

Streams of sword energy gathered like a tornado, filling the overly cramped living room and swallowing her whole. Yet soon enough, the countless blade-like currents were scattered completely with a single sweep of faint light.

An Ning stepped inside and saw that familiar face already burning with fury.

“You’re not allowed to bully Mr. Ji!”

“Oh? Throwing a tantrum now?” An Ning paused in slight surprise, then nodded in realization. “Mm, after two years apart, I see you’ve really grown up.”

With a sigh, her figure suddenly rushed forward, appearing before An Ran without warning. Effortlessly, she dismantled and crushed...