At this moment, Ling Chuxi was manipulating the needles so fast they looked like they were flying. She pierced a few of the silver needles into Old Master Xiao's body, her actions as natural as flowing water. Sometimes she was as gentle as the breeze, sometimes she was as solemn as the mountains, sometimes she was swift like a frightened goose, and sometimes she was slow like a flowing spring. She was pleasing to watch, and nobody could take their eyes off her.
Everyone was so shocked that they could not even sigh. Earlier on, they had thought that the ancestral teachings of Master Sun's were breathtaking, but only now did they know what genuine divine skills were.
Only flashes of silver light were seen. It was like seeing silver dragons roaming on Old Master Xiao's body - it made one feel mesmerized and overwhelmed.
