In the pitch-black command tent, Qing Shuang listened closely to the endless sounds of fighting outside: "I didn't expect Miss Meng to be so formidable. Was her frailty in Capital City all an act?"
As Qing Shuang asked this, admiration filled her eyes.
Suddenly recalling something, Qing Shuang added, "But the rebel forces are too many—shouldn't we help her?"
Lu Yuan lifted his teacup and sipped calmly: "No need. Focus on your task."
"Understood."
Qing Shuang lifted a corner of the tent, executed Qinggong, and disappeared into the boundless night.
A long spear thrust toward Meng Qianqian's back. Meng Qianqian turned her body, gripped the spear with her left hand, and severed it with her right. Simultaneously, she drove the tip of the spear and her Brocade Spring Saber into the rebel soldiers who were flanking her.
Meng Qianqian understood that Lu Yuan was testing her.
Since their first meeting, every move he made had been a test.
