Armor Forging, Part Two

Behind him, Xiao Lingling's face suddenly sprouted sharp fangs, and her once beautiful features rapidly decayed. She viciously bit toward Lin Xin's neck from behind.

Buzz!

A sword cry rang out, and an invisible force instantly pinned her in place, leaving her unable to move.

Lin Xin paid it no mind. He merely stood quietly in the lakeside pavilion, feeling the brief tenderness of Xiao Lingling's embrace.

Who knew how much time passed before the illusion dispersed? He suddenly felt his hands empty, and his heart became empty once more.

With a somewhat wistful sigh, Lin Xin released his hands and realized that it was already noon.

Lin Luo had no idea how long he had been standing behind him. His expression was calm as he lowered his head and waited.

Turning around, Lin Xin carefully examined this personal disciple he had taught for many years.

"How far has your Void Profound Sword Art progressed?"

"I switched to the Nine Heavens Earth Extinction Great Art," Lin Luo replied flatly. "I feel that this cultivation art suits me better."

"Is that so?"

Lin Xin neither commented nor tried to dissuade him. Lin Luo had always had his own mind.

"I intend to seek out Han Xiaolong," Lin Luo said softly.

"Too soon." Lin Xin shook his head. "Your current cultivation is too weak. Your chances of winning are far too low."

Lin Luo's expression did not change.

"If I stake my life on a single strike, I have a fifty percent chance."

"And what about Duan Er?" Lin Xin countered. "Could it be that you think Han Xiaolong is your only true enemy?"

"But he was gravely wounded by Dugu Lin and has yet to recover. This is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity." Lin Luo was somewhat unwilling to let it go, his