Dugu Qingfeng, true to his name, was like a gentle breeze—calm, simple, and ordinary.
Such a person, even walking down the street, would not attract a second glance, like a wisp of dust, fleeting.
But now, he was looking at Chen Pingping.
WHOOSH!
Everyone followed his gaze, all turning their heads in this direction.
"Why is he looking at you?" Yue Wuxia couldn't help but ask.
"I have no idea!" Chen Pingping's face darkened. Bro, don't look at me! It would be better to meet somewhere private.
He had probably guessed it was because of the Giant Que.
Dugu Qingfeng sensed the Giant Que on him; it was a Divine Weapon of his ancestors.
And so... he drew his sword.
No one knew that in the past, no matter what formidable opponents Dugu Qingfeng faced, he had never drawn his sword.
The ancient sword at his back seemed like a mere ornament, just as Sound's eyes were always closed.
What did it mean for Dugu Qingfeng to draw his sword?
