Staring at the purple dagger in Fu Qingzhu's hand, Yang Xiao knew that the problem lay in that dagger.
This was an excellent magic artifact he had never seen before; its surface was dull without much luster, nor was it sharp. The material didn't seem like metal, more like some kind of polished mineral. It must have been something Fu Qingzhu acquired recently.
Yang Xiao boldly guessed that this dagger was the item that the Southern Border Liu Family had traded with that group of evil cultivators, only to be intercepted by his good brother in the end.
This dagger could lock onto his position; just a moment ago, even though he had concealed himself, the dagger launched a sneak attack from a very tricky angle from behind.
He had already hidden quietly in the darkness twenty meters away; it was only thanks to his extraordinary perception that he avoided injury from that strike.
