As though he meant to greet the suddenly appeared fiend, yet also as though he wanted to snuff out this uncontrollable factor in an instant.
Yet before he could flick his fingers, a faint, almost imperceptible whistling suddenly arose ahead.
It was like a silver bottle shattering, yet without the explosive crack produced by high-speed friction.
Something came whistling from before the tavern, piercing the void, slicing through the night mist, unstoppable.
Du Yulin was suddenly startled... She had not expected Wang Xian to strike first.
She recognized that faint, almost imperceptible whistle. It was Wang Xian's embroidery needle.
She had repeatedly bought out all the embroidery needles in Azure Dragon Town—more than three hundred and sixty of them. Before today, she had never known that Wang Xian intended to use embroidery needles as weapons.
The embroidery needle hid within the wind and mist. A faint trace could barely be seen, but upon closer inspection, it vanished without a trace.
At some point, Wang Xian had nearly forgotten that he still possessed this skill.
Fortunately, he had come to Azure Dragon Town and met Du Yulin... In his spare time, he had spent several months relearning the art of Embroidering in the Wind.
A slender embroidery needle carried violent flames. A moment ago, it had still been two streets away; in the blink of an eye, it was already before Daoist Wu.
The old man even had the uneasy illusion that the void before him would ignite the next moment.
With a flick of his fingers, he turned them into a sword, intending to block that burning presence in the wind.
At that instant, the space before Daoist Wu directly turned into a patch of nothingness.
Yet in that very instant, a flash in the wind pierced the nothingness before