Qhianqhian looked bewildered as she put down the flute, why did it seem like only Qin Nuan was reacting?
"Are you an idiot?..." Qin Nuan had a face of collapse, originally thinking it was indiscriminate between enemy and friend, but didn't expect it to target only allies. What was this supposed to be?
Luo Qianqian awkwardly touched her nose, she hadn't expected such an outcome.
The paper on the door fluttered in the wind, with a line of smaller words at the bottom, not clearly visible in the dim light: For Cultivators only.
Luo Qianqian casually put the Disciple back, looking very embarrassed: "A slip of the hand, forget it. Want a weapon?"
"What do you have?" Looking at the men so close, with mischievous smiles on their faces, completely unaware of any danger, Qin Nuan felt hurt.
"Swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks." Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes: "You think I'm a weapon shop? I've got gold bricks, jade, and a section of gloomy wood."
