"No way! The cave's a dead end. What if we get trapped in there?"
"He has a Wind Riding Talisman, we can't outrun him! It's safer in the cave..."
Seeing the two begin to argue, the Fat Cultivator sneered to himself. With a few quick leaps, he closed the distance between them.
"Fine, then!"
Zhao Lin stomped his foot and turned, rushing toward the cave.
This act, of course, was all for the Fat Cultivator's benefit. If they had immediately ducked back into the cave, he would have grown suspicious and put his guard up, making it much harder to lure him into the Array.
However, the Fat Cultivator had no intention of letting Zhao Lin escape. His Antler Blade shot after him, and he once again unleashed a volley of flying scythe-blades.
Zhao Lin took two steps before blocking the Antler Blade with a backhanded swing of his iron ruler. He then rolled across the ground, dodging most of the flying blades, and scrambled into the cave looking completely disheveled.
