Night fell. All was silent. A red figure darted through the darkness, petite and nimble, leaving her pursuers dozens of yards behind. Suddenly, a triangular concealed weapon flew from behind her, about to strike her lower back. She drew a slender, supple whip made of red ox tendon, wound with gold thread at her waist. A crystal-clear diamond was strung at its tip. With a flick, she knocked the weapon away. Only someone with exceptional agility could wield such a whip with such ease. Several more concealed weapons flew at her. She swept her whip and knocked three or four of them aside. Her movements were swift, but one weapon still struck her left shoulder. Seeing her wounded, her opponent grew bolder and sent dozens more weapons flying at her. Just then, a man dressed in black stepped in front of her. With nothing but a folding fan, he knocked every one of the weapons aside. Such skill proved he was no ordinary man. The leader of the pursuers had already struggled to deal with the girl in red, and now another formidable opponent had appeared. He immediately signaled his men to retreat, unwilling to continue the fight...
