"My fate, that sounds ominous," Amon remarked.
The person in front of him did have the qualification to do that. Pai Kuan was a Spirit Stage cultivator. Amon was as if an ant to him. Amon's mind dove into his black space ring and readied the four throwing knives containing the Cold Stiff Poison. This was his strongest poison at this time, but even this poison won't be able to kill a Spirit Stage cultivator. The description did mention it could weaken the cultivator, though. To what extent, Amon couldn't tell. He hoped it was enough for him to make an escape.
"Of course, that all depends on you," Pai Kuan said. "However, I must compliment you. You are a very difficult man to track. Your disguise and movement are all well and good, but I'm more interested in your ability to cloud your presence. You are using an art for that, aren't you?"
