If a Fight is What You Want, a Fight is What You’ve Got (I)
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Chen Pipi used all his strength to keep his right hand from trembling and spilling the water out of the bowl. He stared at Tang Xiaotang who looked travel-worn and said, "You came."
It was more a statement than a question. He did not need to ask as he had heard her refreshing song and seen her in person. Although he did not wish for her to come, she was already here.
"Yup."
Ignoring the crowd between them, Tang Xiaotang asked Chen Pipi, "Are you coming with me?"
Chen Pipi thought it through and answered, "If you can take me, I will definitely go with you."
Tang Xiaotang consented and walked toward the white stone altar. Her blood was dripping as she proceeded. People cleared a way and no one dared stop her, not even those divine priests nor the black-robed deacons.
She came to the front of the altar.
Chen Pipi handed her the bowl of water and asked, "You want some water?"