Meanwhile, Lin Ke pulled a dagger from his waist, one that flowed with endless fresh blood.
Ke Xiaomo slightly furrowed her brows, peering through the ninja mask toward Sisteruo, who was slowly approaching Bai Ziling. She was about to slip into the shadows at her feet when another blood arrow, with the force of splitting bamboo, furiously shot towards her.
"It's the ninja from before," said Howard, holding the whip.
"Leave it to Lin Ke," Sisteruo said, "Her strength is at a disadvantage, but her reactions are not inferior to that ninja. Moreover, she has two weapons forged from the Ancestor's blood in her hands."
As she spoke, she dropped down from the horseback, her feet touching the rain-soaked ground, "It feels good to walk on two feet again, having to pretend to be disabled all the time to conceal my identity."
"That's why they can't find you," Howard commented, "Our little trickster is indeed clever."
