Su Wanqing had barely settled into her stance when a black figure materialized at her right, a sword lancing straight for her ribs.
With a light press of her feet, she rose into the air as if weightless, a feather caught on an updraft.
She twisted mid-air, her own sword sweeping towards the assassin in a silver arc.
The attacker recoiled, retreating in a hasty blur.
"Quick reflexes," a voice drawled. "Impressive, for a swordswoman of the Su
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