"How could Young Master be sure that the person who came would definitely make a move against Xiao Yan?" another person suddenly asked.
Ling Zhuo sneered. "The Spirit Clan issued this jade slip purely because of Xiao Yan. Ling Zhuo even gave strict orders that, upon encountering Xiao Yan, we must find a way to send word out. As long as someone comes, they naturally cannot refrain from attacking Xiao Yan."
"And if our luck is good, and the closest person to receive the news happens to be Ling Zhuo himself, then Xiao Yan is doomed today!"
Ling Zhuo then looked toward the mountain and said, "Xiao Yan, don't come down the mountain too soon. I've prepared a grand gift for you here!"
Xiao Yan's eyes were tightly shut. Floating in the air before his forehead was a slender needle about the length of a finger. At a casual glance, anyone would likely overlook it. There was no other reason—it was simply too ordinary, without the slightest distinctive feature.
Even if one said it was an ordinary embroidery needle accidentally dropped into a corner by some common woman and left covered in dust, no one would find it strange. And that was the true characteristic of the Shadow Piercing Needle: concealing its terrifying power beneath an ordinary appearance!
Thus, the cultivation process required one to suppress one's soul power to the absolute limit. If too much soul power was fed into it during cultivation, the construction of the Shadow Piercing Needle would instantly collapse. Xiao Yan had failed many times in his previous attempts for precisely this reason. The slightest instability would render all prior efforts futile!
These almost perverse requirements had made everyone who cultivated the Shadow Piercing Needle suffer greatly. Yet after being continuously suppressed within the