The old God of Sword was already flying over to Xu Fengnian when he heard the young girl chuckling. She withdrew her arm that penetrated Wang Mingyin's chest and leaped back, landing steadily on the old acacia tree. Then, with a gentle tap of her toe, she left like a shooting star. She left swiftly just the way she came.

Xu Fengnian, however, could not care less about her. He silently came to Qing Niao and sat by her side. Seeing her pale face, he took her into his arms and gently wiped away the dark blood oozing from the corner of her mouth. Li Chungang threw away the sword in his hand and squatted down. Placing his fingers on the maid's wrist, he asked with a frown, "That girl who killed Wang Mingyin, is she a death warrior of yours?"