"This Magic Artifact is indeed a fine item; it's a pity you don't have enough Cultivation to wield it properly!"
The middle-aged man seemed to heed not, nor did he see the Golden Needles approaching his face. He was single-mindedly manipulating the Bronze Bell, clearly ready to gamble with his life. The Old Taoist nun shook her head and with a light lift of her hand above her head, she held the Bronze Bell still. No matter how hard the man tried, he couldn't make it budge an inch. But her Golden Needle had already reached the man's face, and with a flash of Golden Light, it pierced through his throat.
"Ah..."
With a scream of agony, the man's eyes bulged as he collapsed. As he fell, the Bronze Bell lost its command. The Old Taoist nun flicked her robe sleeve and collected the bell into it. With a point of her finger, she sealed the man's throat to stop the bleeding.
"If you die, who shall I ask about the matters I wish to know?"
