"Master Fang Yong's wound is quite mysterious."
Zuo Lengchan stared at the monk's brow, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.
"It seems Master Fang Yong suffered a needle wound," said Chong Xu, "My fellow disciple suffered a sword wound."
"There was only one wound; that sword strike was truly remarkable; my fellow disciple couldn't defend against Dongfang Bubai's sword and likely didn't last more than a few moves."
"What sort of swordsmanship is this?" Zuo Lengchan wondered suspiciously.
Master Fang Zheng looked at his disciple, now frozen stiff, and couldn't help feeling sorrowful.
"Dongfang Bubai's martial arts have changed greatly from over ten years ago; his attacks must have been extremely fast at this time."
"Fang Yong didn't know the intricacies of Dongfang Bubai's martial arts; indeed, he died in the blink of an eye when that flying needle struck," he said.
"Amitabha."
