Li Shilin's cultivation was not to be underestimated, so he naturally heard the sound of something slicing through the air. He gave a disdainful sneer and reached out to catch it.
But in the next instant, before he could even see what it was, his hand had just barely touched the cold gleam of light when it pierced straight through his palm. An agonizing pain assailed him, and his expression instantly turned vicious.
He bellowed, "Who is it? Show yourself if you have any guts! What kind of hero attacks with a hidden weapon?"
A derisive snort reached Li Shilin's ears. "A member of the Ghost Medicine Sect has the audacity to mock others? That's hilarious!"
As the voice spoke, a young man who looked no different from a beggar strode in. It was none other than Lin Xiao.
