As for the eldest brother here—
Gong Zeyu looked at the Peach Wood Sword in the other's hand and felt his chances of successful escape were still very high.
After all, it was just a Peach Wood Sword, not a sharpened blade, its tip was blunt. It might be good for dealing with ghosts and monsters, but surely it couldn't be equally effective against humans, right?
Perhaps all it could do was cause more pain.
With this in mind, he took a few strides and was already on the adjacent roof's eave.
"Ah, the moonlight isn't particularly good tonight. Since you have matters to discuss, I'll just visit next time, no need to see me off—"
"Swoosh—"
One stroke.
Gong Zeyu's pupils dilated instantly as he twisted his body, his gaze following the direction from which that sword-like force had come.
Locks of black hair trailed past his ears, settling on the eaves.
