Old Huang suddenly sensed something amiss.
There must be a devil when things go awry.
His gaze bore into Ren Feifan who appeared as tranquil as a virgin.
From his understanding of Master Ren, he would never give up lightly.
Moreover, the last time in the teahouse, his disciple was warned by a needle from the opponent with incredible speed!
How could a person, who was so swift and so confident, be in a daze?
Master Ren must have a plan.
Although he only had a single silver needle in his hand, for some reason, Old Huang felt that Master Ren must have a solution to break the stalemate.
Old Huang's eyes were somewhat dry, but he remained fixated on Ren Feifan without blinking.
Suddenly! Old Huang's pupils contracted sharply!
Because he saw a current of energy flowing around Ren Feifan and saw the table beside him slightly shaking!
How could there be a flow of energy around a person who isn't moving!
