C82 It Was Another Move

As dusk fell, Liu Changqing had been practicing in his room all afternoon. Suddenly, a cacophony erupted from the breakfast shop below, punctuated by the sound of shattering ceramics. Liu's eyes slowly opened, his brow furrowing slightly—something felt off.

Descending the stairs, the sight that greeted him caused his gaze to turn icy in an instant. The breakfast shop lay in disarray