Shui Zhen Dong was startled, only then realizing where she was.
Vigilantly watching the other person, he was an ordinary young Daoist, smiling gracefully.
"Stay back, if you come any closer, I might unleash techniques."
Hou Niao chuckled lightly. He could tell that the woman's confusion wasn't feigned, because no matter how fake, she couldn't possibly let him get within a dozen feet. At this distance, it was enough for him to draw his sword. Once he drew his sword, who could escape from his grasp?
This was supposed to be a very easy fight, but the problem was that he didn't want to win this time.
As his body shot forward, Shui Zhen Dong felt it wasn't good, her water sleeves flicked like a steel whip striking down; but the opponent's close combat skill was extremely bizarre, instantly dodging the whip's shadow. At this moment, Shui Zhen Dong had already summoned a talisman...
