Old Man Xiumeng was indeed seasoned and prudent. No wonder he was the one who called the shots for the team.
Fu Qian walked across the water after passing straight through the hall's walls without a hitch. He wasn't surprised by the Hunting Squad's reaction.
As he'd said earlier, if they'd been confident they could deal with him within acceptable limits, Xiumeng would have acted long ago.
They were all veterans of the game. Mere bluster was pointless.
Logan was at a critical moment, and Xiumeng didn't dare take that risk.
Of course, things might be different a little later. Judging by the timing, Old Man Logan would soon be One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones.
Fu Qian moved noticeably faster on the way back, even deliberately choosing a different route from the one he'd taken earlier.
But just as he neared the shore and was about to step out of the water, he suddenly paused.
With that abrupt change of pace, he thrust out his right hand and pinched a transparent blade between two fingers.
The attack came without a sound. If he'd kept moving at his original speed, he would definitely have been hit.
No need to ask. Such a familiar trick could only mean that Brother Ballard had arrived.
His weapon seemed able to stab out of any reflective surface. There might not be a chandelier here, but the water was as smooth as a mirror.
With a sigh, Fu Qian simply let go of the blade, gave up on getting ashore, and sidestepped twice.
The movement was quick, but even so, when his foot came down, the surface beneath it was still incredibly slick and radiated a bone-deep chill.
Without a sound, the water had frozen over.
And as Fu Qian moved, the chill