Deep in a dense forest, a group of men in black was chasing a young woman who carried a boy of seven or eight on her back.

"After her! Tang Lu can't get far."

"Master has given the order. Capture the Tang siblings, dead or alive."

"They're just ahead."

These men in black were vicious and murderous, plainly bent on killing the woman and the boy ahead of them. 

The two were sister and brother, and with him on her back she could barely run, so that even among the thick trees of the forest the pursuers behind her gradually closed the distance.

Swish, swish, swish.

Several more men in black swept around and cut straight across Tang Lu's path, and she came to a stop at once. Saying nothing, she drew the short saber at her waist, her gaze cold as ice.

"Sister, are we going to die?" the little boy suddenly asked, his voice trembling.

Even a child could tell how dire the situation was. Tang Lu did not answer him but stared at the men in black...