Chapter 147: Master Nash

Cutting hair with a dead leaf? A mere, brittle leaf had bitten into the trunk like a knife. If it had been a little lower and caught her neck, it might have cut her throat. Desmond Ross, the elder in a Tang jacket, stared wide-eyed at the yellow leaf nailed into the bark. "Sir!" Several bodyguards, having seen what happened, charged over. Desmond Ross lifted a hand toward them. "It's fine. Stand down." They shot a wary glance at Nash Johnston, then withdrew. "A master!" "Young man, you are...