Xu Shao and the pale-faced scholar were fighting; initially, Xu Shao had a long sword, but since the pale-faced scholar had nothing but a folding fan, Xu Shao decided to fight him unarmed.
Xu Shao still underestimated his opponent too much. He thought that a folding fan, a mere scholar's accessory, could not be very powerful, so he just went along with it.
Midway through the battle, Liu Chen started to feel that something was off. The pale-faced scholar was holding the folding fan like a short stick, and when it struck, it didn't sound like it was made of wood.
Xu Shao kept getting the upper hand while the pale-faced scholar kept retreating. Strangely, the members of Lingyuan Gate didn't seem worried at all.
Wei Guo watched the pale-faced scholar without moving, his eyes full of trust. Liu Chen inwardly cursed, fearing he had fallen into their trap.
Before he could warn Xu Shao, the pale-faced scholar opened his folding fan and countless steel needles whizzed towards Xu Shao.
