"10 betting points, spend a month as a bartender at Helen Tavern, and I'll help you reforge the Mountain and River Fan," Yue Jinghua believed that by tempering with Dun Qinglian Fire, the quality of the fan could definitely be improved a notch.
"I don't trust you," Qin Dongting uttered a sentence.
"Bang," before Qin Dongting's eyes darkened, he saw a sword shadow imposing as a mountain, bearing down upon him.
Fast, incredibly fast, so fast that Qin Dongting had no time to dodge.
The sword, as if carrying the power of wind and thunder, split the air, emitting a whooshing sound as if a weight of a thousand jun was bearing down.
Just as the blunt Great Sword was half a centimeter from Qin Dongting's head, the sword stopped abruptly, as if someone had slammed on the brakes.
A strand of hair split into two floated past Qin Dongting's nose and gently landed on the table, instantly turning into dust.
Cold sweat broke out on Qin Dongting's forehead.
