"Oh! Come on~ why did you stop talking? I wanted to hear more of what you were talking about." Hearing the voice, the two masked cultivators froze in shock. The smaller guy froze in fear, feeling five fingers resting on his shoulders.
He felt something cold and sharp grazing against his shoulders from those fingers. When they snapped out of their daze, the smaller guy tried to move away while breaking away from the grip…
*Splash!*
They immediately jumped back and turned to face the person who was able to enter this space without them noticing. The little guy looked over his shoulder only to see a vacant spot on the place his shoulder used to be.
He turned to look back and saw a white-haired man holding his torn arm in his hands while looking back at them with a slight smirk on his face. Seeing his arm in the hands of the mysterious man, his brain finally registered the pain he was going through.
