C195 A Familiar Feeling

Yet, this was merely a hope, perhaps even a pipe dream. Life wasn't a TV drama; nobody was that foolish, especially not these individuals.

Chu Qing didn't bother waiting any longer. He knew the two would never come to blows. With a swift motion, he drew a three-foot sword from his chest, wielding it with the rough grace of a street thug.

He lunged behind the middle-aged Daoist nun