The dagger wasn't heavy, but she couldn't hold it with one hand, so the mute girl gripped it tightly with both hands.

Yet, her feet remained rooted, unable to take even half a step forward.

Cangyue Xiao was still roaring, almost crazed. He was afraid, but not of the little girl holding the knife; rather, he feared the scholarly gentleman.

Zhou Xu and the others watched the little girl, feeling anxious.