Chapter 952: You Reap What You Sow

Zhou Wanyun drove her crescent blade hard, meeting Lin Xin's strikes one after another. The opening exchanges had been hair-raising, but she gradually steadied herself. Fine beads of sweat formed on her brow. Fending off that oppressive pressure while trading blows at close quarters had drained her fast. In a tavern overlooking the street, a middle-aged man in a blue Daoist robe sat on the top floor. He felt the clash outside and frowned. Top sects often sent hidden protectors to keep their prodigies...