Ji Yuan's long, slender fingers lightly touched the Chuntian's strings.
Ding.
A single, crisp note echoed through the vast training ground.
The very next instant, a sharp, searing pain exploded across Bai Xifeng's shoulder.
Rip!
A bloody, clean cut appeared out of absolutely nowhere through her fabric. Bai Xifeng yelped and instinctively jumped backwards.
"Oh, shit! The exact same thing happened again!" Bai Xifeng exclaimed, her jaw dropping.
Her eyes widened in realisation. The situation was almost entirely identical to what she had faced inside the Cultivation Pagoda, a completely invisible, untraceable attack. Before her brain could process it further, Ji Yuan's fingers moved across the guqin again.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Several sharp notes rang out in rapid succession.
