"How come I never noticed how chatty you are? It's late, hurry back."
Zhou Qing shook his head helplessly, speaking as he pushed Lu Yaoyao towards the door.
Lu Yaoyao pursed her lips: "I call it reasoning. Just tell me, am I right or not?"
"Alright, alright, your mouth is making my head spin..."
Before Zhou Qing could finish, his expression suddenly turned serious, and he swiftly pulled Lu Yaoyao back from the doorway.
Tetanus instantly appeared in his hand, the sword's edge gleaming with cold light.
Zhou Qing's entire body tensed, Spiritual Power surging through his meridians, making him like a bow ready to release at any moment.
Lu Yaoyao stumbled from the sudden force, nearly falling.
Just about to say something, she saw Zhou Qing's serious look and immediately reacted in sync, drawing her Cold Sword and surrounding herself with Spiritual Qi, standing back-to-back with Zhou Qing, alert to the rear.
Zhou Qing's brows furrowed as he stared fixedly ahead.
