"Stop!"
Out of the dark tree shadows suddenly came a low shout.
The man in night clothes paused mid‑step and turned his head. From the black mass of tree shadows another figure sprang out, wearing a Taoist robe and holding a horsetail whisk. With a flick of his wrist, the whisk swept toward the man in night clothes. The man tried to dodge back, but with Lu Yaobing slung over his shoulder his movements were hindered, and the whisk still brushed him. The soft‑looking whisk swept across the night clothes and actually carved out streaks of scratches, like an iron brush, scraping off a chunk of flesh by sheer force.
This Taoist was none other than Li Wenxin, the one who had previously given Song Xiaodong a piece of jade and left his own Taoist temple to travel down the mountain.
"Junior brother, show me your face when you talk to me." Li Wenxin said to the man in black.
