"Protect yourselves, don't follow."
Chen Ping, long sword in hand, left leg dragging, hair flowing down his front, only his sharp eyes visible, slowly walked forward.
This was the persona he cultivated in public: disheveled hair and a limp.
That's what everyone who heard it would say.
Of course, it was also a preparation for his escape route.
He who does not plan for the future will have trouble in the present.
Even if he intended to kill, Chen Ping didn't forget to maintain his distinctive style.
Seeing Chen Ping holding his sword, exuding murderous intent, pedestrians on the street felt a chill inexplicably creep in.
Turning back, they were shocked and quickly moved aside.
"It's Tian Qi!"
"This cripple dares to come; it's truly our duty to perform a meritorious service."
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