Unfamiliar with the Five Tastes of Life (Part Six) As Qing Jiu’s sword was mere inches from the woman’s throat. She leaned aside, twirling her jade flute, deflecting the strike. This allowed Qing Jiu to see her profile. Her features were strikingly handsome and oddly familiar. Qing Jiu’s sword play was fluid, gliding along the flute, aiming for the woman’s…