A hint of a smile spread across Fang Lin's lips as he held the silver needle in his mouth. He was counting on Gu Hanshan's arrival, convinced that at such a close distance, there's no chance for Gu Hanshan to dodge the attack.
Indeed, the moment that Gu Hanshan saw the flying silver needle, he knew there was no avoiding it.
But the very next instant, Gu Hanshan's Nine Palace Bag suddenly spit something out. In a shocking split second, it blocked Gu Hanshan's face.
Clang!
The silver needle struck the object squarely. Gu Hanshan retreated explosively, barely escaping death.
Fang Lin's face instantly darkened. His carefully crafted strike, deployed in the blink of an eye, still hadn't been able to take out Gu Hanshan.
Opportunities soon fade. Fang Lin sighed inwardly. Gu Hanshan had many tricks up his sleeve. No wonder he could venture this far on his own.
Ancient bronze token was floating in front of Gu Hanshan. On it was engraved the image of a pill furnace.
