C1121 One Against Seven

On the narrow trail, Nalan Xiling unsheathed her sword, her gaze fixed warily on the encroaching crowd.

They closed in around her, each one eyeing Nalan Xiling with a blend of scorn and derision.

These were sons and daughters of influential families, already weary of their own boredom, eager for a bit of mischief. With the son of True Saint Qing Dao taking an interest in this girl