Chapter 297 - 296 Calculating in the Dark
The Flying Needle shot out, catching Fusheng off guard.
She was already in a flurry due to Qin Liuxi’s words, and then he sent a needle flying into the Ghost Palace with such precision that it was as though it was measured by the ruler—neither too light nor too heavy, penetrating three parts deep, causing Fusheng’s lips to tremble slightly, but not harming the bones inside.
As the silver needle entered the Ghost Palace, Fusheng’s already pale face grew even more ashen and colorless. A form of energy rose beside her, enveloping her and not dispersing—faint as if the mist of distant mountains, seemingly there and yet not.
Realizing she had been schemed against, Fusheng was incensed.
"That despicable Taoist lacks basic decency."
What happened to being courteous and not resorting to violence at every turn? What is this now?
This is completely devoid of martial virtue.
Qin Liuxi chuckled lightly: "I’m really not one to call for violence at every turn. But, to scheme is another matter!"
Fuming with rage, Fusheng’s eyes turned a fiery red, her laughter cold and sinister: "You think this level of Daoist cultivation is enough? A single silver needle and you want me to raise the white flag and surrender? Dream on!"
"You really don’t love Han’er."