Once an expert made a move, you knew at once whether he had the goods.
The moment Lin Xuan brought out those dozen-plus Flying Swords, the contempt on his opponent's face vanished without a trace.
A faint hint of astonishment showed there instead.
Of course, he was not afraid either.
The man merely flicked his broad sleeve, and his entire person actually vanished from where he stood.
No—not only his person. The surroundings all around them suddenly turned blurry, fragmented and broken. Then the nearby scenery abruptly changed, and snowflakes filled the sky, drifting down from above.
The ground was a sheet of crystal-clear transparency; this place had actually become a flat, boundless ice plain.
An illusion?
No, that was not right. He had been transported into a sealed space.
Lin Xuan's pupils narrowed slightly. He had experienced something like this before.
Though it had happened suddenly, he did not panic.
While releasing several treasures to protect himself, he extended his divine sense out into the surroundings.
Yet he discovered nothing amiss.
There were no restrictions or ambushes nearby.
Then what was the other party's purpose in bringing him into this sealed space?
Lin Xuan was greatly puzzled.
Before the thought had fully turned through his mind, spatial fluctuations suddenly rose not far away. Lin Xuan turned his head sharply, and saw the old man with a childlike face and crane-white hair emerge in the void, his face full of arrogance. "No need to be suspicious. To deal with a mere junior disciple at the Spirit Division Stage like you, would this old man really need to set an ambush? I brought you into this sealed space only so no one would disturb us."
That seemed like a reasonable explanation.
However, Lin Xuan was only half-convinced at best.
The cultivation