Teacher Wu looked at the Long Blade in Chen Chuan's hand. Its cold gleam shimmered under the light, and he felt a prickling sensation on his skin, making his eyelids twitch.
But he suddenly chuckled, his tone becoming gentle again. "Chen, I will be sure to guide you properly. I'll take good care of your head."
The chandelier overhead was still swaying, and his shadow, cast on the floor and walls, shifted along with it, creating a strange, distorted impression.
And just as the chandelier's swinging slowed, about to come to a stop, the light and shadows in the room seemed to flicker. Teacher Wu's figure shot forward.
After drawing his blade, Chen Chuan had kept his focus forward. The man before him was not only a Third Limit master but also a teacher from Wuyi General Hospital. Thus, the moment he stepped onto this small hill, his Second Self had already merged with him.
