"Watch the needle."
Zhou Ping'an had just turned around when a sharp gust of wind shot toward his Jianjing acupoint from beside him.
A figure sprang out from behind a pillar next to the flowering trees.
Three needles thrust out, followed by three more in quick succession, blocking all his avenues of escape.
The speed was quite fast.
The needle trembles as it spins, slicing through the air with a slight hissing sound.
"Not bad, you've already trained to the level of three simultaneous needle strikes. Just one step away from using needles to save people, your progress is commendable..."
As soon as Zhou Ping'an saw the petite figure who had darted out, he knew it was his "very sensible" sister, Gao Xiaolan.
It's kind of strange.
For the past ten years, Zhou Lan had always been quiet and stable, sensible to the point of making others heartache since she was very young.
