"Benefactor, please turn back," an old nun within the hall said with lowered eyes and a bowed head, "Young Master Lu is possessed by evil qi to the point of losing all reason, fearing he might harm others. Moreover, both of you are carrying knives and swords, which is a great provocation. Please do not proceed any further."
Tang Buqi hesitated for a moment. In fact, the moment he saw the other's beast-like appearance, he had already thought about backing out. It wasn't that he was afraid, but to investigate what was happening, the other party needed to be able to communicate. What was the point of this situation?
He turned his head to see what Zhao Changhe thought, but was startled upon looking at him.
Zhao Changhe had unslung the broken knife from his back and was clutching it tightly to his chest, engaging in a tug-of-war, "Stop it! Damn it, stop shaking, or I'll beat you!"
The Dragon Sparrow shook even more violently.
Tang Buqi: "..."
