Chapter Eighteen
Hua
Hua shifted from foot to foot and swung her dao over her head as she advanced on Chen.
“I don’t know how I didn’t see it.” He grinned. “You aren’t like any man I’ve ever fought because you’re a woman!” He cackled like it was the funniest thing in the world.
Yan joined his laughter. Sometimes Hua wondered if those two were the same person in different bodies.
She sidestepped Chen’s advance. “You’re swinging too wild. Use more control.”
“I don’t need your advice. I’ve been fighting with a dao since I was a child.”
“She’s right.” Zhao didn’t lift his eyes from where he sat sharpening his blade.
Zhao was the only one of her friends who didn’t look at her differently now that they knew the truth. Chen and Yan treated her almost like a child. Jian could barely look a
