No way, did you really go to the small woods?
Lu Bei sighed regretfully, had he honestly attended the agreed rendezvous, he would not have spent last night dual cultivating with his cousin.
Having partaken of a surfeit of delicacies, it's refreshing to taste something bland on occasion, so as to further enhance his fondness for exotic fare.
That being said, Lu Bei retained some measure of self-awareness. He had encountered Chang Qingyu twice before, tricking her the first time and beating her the second. She'd have to be crazy to be attracted to him. As expected, three hundred hatchet-wielding men were lying in ambush at the small woods last night, it could only end in a showdown.
The dazzling sword light rushed forward. Lu Bei retreated half a step, forming a sword with his fingers to split the sword light flow. Two streams of sword intent collided, creating the sound of striking metals.