He clenched a stalk of grass in his mouth, its source unknown, partially yellowed. Stubble scattered across his chin, a smile on his face, but his eyes were icy cold.
"It seems you know, this invitation has a tinge of the nefarious, a trap," a touch of dim yellow sunlight filtered through the window.
Splitting the room right into two.
Wu Chenghua stood with both hands on his cane, entrenched in shadow as if it were tangible.
The dashing Meng Huan, on the other hand, stood in the golden and bright sunlight, surrounded by a faint dust floating up and down.
"My eyes aren't blind, of course I know there's a trick here," Meng Huan coldly sneered, plucking the grass from his mouth.
With a flick of his finger and a "ding" sound, the withered leaf, sharp as a blade, pierced directly into a nearby protruding dragon pillar. The leaf still vibrated slightly, emitting a faint metallic hum.
