CLICK!
A soft sound, like winter snow on a plum blossom's tip—faint, yet chilling to the bone.
At some unknown moment, the black-robed man had appeared like a phantom, standing about ten feet from Ye Chang'an.
His dark robe fluttered in the mountain wind, like a shadow rending the night's veil.
Ye Chang'an's pupils contracted. He felt like a candle guttering in a gale, on the verge of being extinguished at any moment.
He clenched his fists. In his palms were two longan-sized Elixir Pills, emitting a faint green glow and trembling slightly.
"Master Ye..."
The black-robed man spoke, his voice deep and raspy. "Don't waste the potent poison in your hands. It's useless against me."
His tone was as flat as if stating a fact, devoid of any threat, yet it was all the more chilling for it.
Ye Chang'an's face was grim, his lips pressed into a thin line.
'The Moon Worship Sect...'
