It was as if he'd received a mysterious package, and there wasn't a way for him to ignore it.
Jiang Chen stood rooted for a moment before walking over.
The young Taoist nun, enchantingly beautiful, remained motionless, her gaze fixed on his face, untroubled and serene.
A couple of steps away, Jiang Chen stopped, intending to greet her but unsure of how to begin.
It wasn't that he didn't know her name.
If he remembered correctly, it should be Tanki Liuli, a name that sounded utterly mystical.
Miss Duanmu?
Looking at her dark cyan Daoist robe, that honorific seemed quite inappropriate.
Right.
There was also the sword on her back.
As Jiang Chen was contemplating his opening line, someone alleviated his awkwardness.
Two police officers walked over briskly.
The densely packed crowd on the Bund made it easy for accidents to occur, which had the diligent public servants patrolling at all times.
