บท 384: Bo'ra the Weaver

"Scaring the kid?" Bo'ra scoffed. Magical needles appeared out of thin air around her. They glowed the same fiery energy her hair had. She took a step forward, her sandals clacking along the ground. "You still owe me after your fiasco and you come in here with him as collateral?!?" 

The needles flew straight for Zixin. Most of the needles flew past, hitting the door and wall behind him as he kept a calm composure. Many needles hovered mere centimeters away from his face as he glanced in Keng's direction.

"You should go sit off to the side. I forgot I had unfinished business with the shopkeeper." Zixin told him, like, everything was going to be fine. Keng inches away from Zixin and the magical needles. He stumbled into a chair and sat, almost spilling his bucket of kebabs.