Chapter 764: Slip Away

She slipped her left hand to the clasp of the blue pouch at her waist, and her fingertips already touched the cold, smooth surface of the few Flipping Coins inside.

Her right hand hung naturally at her side, the five fingers slightly spread, the palm silently gathering power.

The cat ears were pressed back to the lowest point, pupils narrowed into two vertical slits, the sapphire‑blue irises shimmering with a faint golden glimmer in the dim alley light.

She is, after all, a half‑god of scheming.

Weng Fa Luo Si's Golden Descendant.

Although this divine Authority is a mutation of her "belief makes reality" metaphysical trick, Luofu is not Weng Fa Luo Si's territory, and her Authority can at most exert a small fraction here, but even a "small fraction" still counts as half‑god.

Sai Fei Er can be cornered here by Jing Liu five times and still chat calmly, simply because she has a good temper, not because she can't defeat him!

So if softness fails, then switch to an even softer method.

Sai Fei Er's cat ears suddenly twitched.

She pulled something out of her pocket, and Jing Liu's gaze caught the object's outline in that instant: round, metallic, its surface reflecting a small, fuzzy golden glint in the dim light.

Sai Fei Er pointed a hand to the side, a sincere, slightly excited smile spreading across her face, her cat Tail arched straight, the tip pointing forward—a pose that resembled a cat that had spotted prey.

"Ah! Bai Hang! Why are you—"

Jing Liu did not turn her head.

Her gaze did not shift a fraction, still firmly locked onto Sai Fei Er.

The corner of her mouth dropped half an inch, the tip of the Ice Sword lifted slightly, the cold glint on the blade brightening a bit more.

Sai Fei Er's hand froze mid‑air.

The smile solidified on her face.

The cat Tail still pointed straight at that direction, the ice‑blue fur at the tip swaying gently in the air.

Silence.

The alley fell silent for about half a second.

"—Alright, this move works on ordinary people."

Sai Fei Er withdrew her hand, her cat ears tilted to the side, her face showing no embarrassment after being seen through, but rather a helpless expression like "Fine, you're also quite impressive."

She slipped the still‑unrevealed Flipping Coin back into her pocket, clapped her hands, and sighed.

Jing Liu stepped forward again.

The distance had shortened to less than three zhang.

For a swordsman of Jing Liu's caliber, drawing the sword at this range is feasible.

Sai Fei Er did not retreat.

She stood her ground, tilting her head to watch Jing Liu, her cat Tail swaying leisurely behind her, her expression shifting from helplessness to a focused seriousness.

In those sapphire‑blue eyes, a faint golden glimmer suddenly flickered, as if something was brewing.

"Sister Jing."

Sai Fei Er spoke, her voice a few tones deeper than before, cat ears standing straight, Tail still, "I have a question for you. I'm serious."

Jing Liu's steps halted.

She tilted her head slightly, the silver crescent on the Eye Mask wobbling with the motion.

No answer, but the pause itself was an answer.

"You're chasing me now to find Bai Hang, right."

Sai Fei Er pulled her hands from her pocket, both arms naturally at her sides, palms outward, assuming an utterly candid posture, "You want to find her, to confirm her current situation. You have a whole belly of questions for her."

Jing Liu said nothing.

Her mouth corners remained tightly pursed, the fingers gripping the sword unmoving.

But her chin tilted inward ever so slightly.

The movement was subtle, and Sai Fei Er's cat eyes caught it precisely.

Micro‑expression~

"It's about Bai Hang, right."

Sai Fei Er continued, her tone gradually shifting from the earlier calm back toward a more casual chat, "I haven't known her long. But from what I know, if she truly wants to see you now, she'll come. If she doesn't, it means she thinks the time isn't right yet."

She paused, her cat ears turning gently in a circle.

"You're chasing me here, no matter how tightly or how long you chase, even if you chase me to the ends of the earth, I still can't conjure a Bai Hang for you. But if Bai Hang learns that you missed some things because of this…"

Sai Fei Er tilted her head slightly, her sapphire‑blue eyes staring straight into Jing Liu's Eye Mask, "Do you think she would be happy?"

Jing Liu's fingers moved.

Sai Fei Er had waited a long time for that movement.

She silently counted in her mind: one, two—now.

Sai Fei Er's hand swept past her waist, the motion so swift only a afterimage remained in the air.

A cat‑shaped coin shot out from her fingertip upward; the coin flipped dozens of times in the air, its intricately engraved surface scattering tiny golden glints as it spun, like a tiny sun launched into the sky.

Time stalled.

All objects' motion was drawn to an almost stationary pace.

Jing Liu's sword‑raising motion turned into a frame‑by‑frame decomposed sequence.

Sai Fei Er took a deep breath in the crack of the time freeze, then extended her left hand, snatching the still‑spinning coin mid‑air into her palm.

Her five fingers clenched, a few strands of golden light spilling from the gaps, and then her whole body transformed into a silver‑blue flash, shooting toward the opposite end of the alley.

The speed was such that even her own exploding cat Tail left a blurry afterimage in the air.

The instant Time Resume returned to normal flow, Jing Liu's sword had already been swung out.

Where the Ice Sword cut, the air split with a visible white line, yet the space it passed over was empty.

The alley was left with a small patch of dust yet to settle, and a few silver cat hairs drifting slowly down from mid‑air.

Jing Liu stood still, the tip of the Ice Sword still holding the thrusting pose.

She slowly straightened up, sheathed the sword, and turned her head to the side.

The gaze beneath the Eye Mask swept the empty alley, without Rage, without surprise, her face still wore that expression cold enough to serve as a mirror.

She looked down at the few cat hairs at her feet, lifted her boot and stepped back half a step, leaving the hairs behind.

A sound of footsteps, unheard, came from behind.

A silhouette silently slipped out from the shadows at the other end of the alley, its steps light as if treading on cotton.

It was a body fully transformed into demonic shadow, twisted limbs covered with dark‑gold vine‑like patterns, eyes hollow and lifeless, a dried black liquid streak at the corner of its mouth.

In its hand it raised a rusted long blade of unknown origin, the tip aimed at Jing Liu's nape.

Be careful, no shooting.

Watch my godlike slash, ambush!

Trust me, this slash will be cool!

It took the final step forward, raised the long blade high, and slammed it down hard onto Jing Liu's back of the head.

Today I will solo kill the Luofu Swordmaster!

Regretfully, the blade struck nothing.

Because the motion halted.