"Stop that noise!"
Lin Qingluo's anger surged, her hand's gesture sends out a sharp qi of sword, forcefully silencing everyone.
"Hush hush."
There was a momentary commotion in the hundred-person caravan, some guards sensing danger, instinctively drew their accompanying swords.
Flashes of sword light dazzled the eyes.
Lin Qingluo's fury roared like a raging sea. With another wave of her hand, more sharp qi of sword shot out, hitting their wrists.
"Clang clang."
The sounds of swords hitting the ground echoed from place to place.
"Assassin!"
"Catch her!"
The remaining people became tense, drawing their long swords and pointing them at Lin Qingluo.
"Ha, your lady is in a bad mood, and you lot happened to be here for me to vent."
Lin Qingluo's eyes dimmed, holding a bamboo flute, she rushed towards them.
"Bang bang bang."
"Hush hush."
Wherever her wind-like graceful figure passed, the hundred-person caravan was thrown into disarray, their screams of pain incessant.