Such strong force! Ye Tian marveled inwardly with a click of his tongue.
Turning back, it was that lass named Qin Chuan.
"What do you mean, did I provoke you?"
"You did provoke me!"
Qin Chuan's palm became a knife, and from five meters away, she slashed over, sending another gust of strong wind. Ye Tian's body had not yet recovered, and his abdomen was occasionally unstable, switching between cold and warm, especially evident during intense activities. Ye Tian barely dodged this hand knife, almost losing his balance, and had to lean against the wall.
Seeing that the woman was charging over again, the little monk hastily dropped the bamboo he was holding and stood up to mediate, "Benefactor Qin, stay calm!"
"Little baldy, get out of the way, this person is purely a degenerate. Staying with him, you'll get spoiled sooner or later."
