"Hey, hey, hey?"
Jing Luo watched as a scimitar came flying toward him, hastily retreating before deflecting the blade and sending it clattering to the ground. He put on a perfectly flustered expression, while Mother Wu beside him remained far more composed, though a necessary trace of tension lingered on her face.
For now, the two of them were merely passing merchants; under no circumstances could they afford to appear too calm.
Chapter 385