"Is that all you've got?"
Lin Changheng's deep voice suddenly echoed in the quiet room, laced with a hint of playful coldness.
He then clapped his hands, slowly turned around, and fixed his gaze on the figure in the bronze mask hiding outside.
Moonlight slanted in through the window, illuminating one side of his smiling profile and his bottomless, pitch-black eyes.
Outside, the Male Cultivator in the Bronze Mask clearly froze.
The eerie patterns carved into the mask gleamed faintly under the moon, but they couldn't hide the pupils that had suddenly constricted behind it.
"What's the matter?" Lin Changheng strode forward, the soles of his boots making soft crunching sounds on the ground. He spoke slowly, "I heard you were going to make a move on me. Is this skulking in the shadows the best you can do?"
A cold, fierce glint flashed in the Bronze Masked Male Cultivator's eyes. He suddenly raised a hand, and a crimson ray shot out from his sleeve.
"CHIII!"
