Xu Mubai looked up and saw a black-clad man standing atop a tree. His body rose and fell slightly with the wind, as though he had become one with the tree. A silver mask covered his face, and his cold, merciless eyes fixed on Xu Mubai.
This was not the first time Xu Mubai had seen him. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the eighth month, Xu Mubai had invited Hu Xiaotian to drink at the Moon-Gazing Tower. This very man had extinguished the candles inside and lured Hu Xiaotian outside. Xu Mubai had followed, only to be stopped midway by roof tiles raining down on him. He knew his martial arts fell far short of his opponent's. Watching the black-clad man, he secretly gathered his internal power, ready to meet an attack at any moment. "Who are you? Why are you opposing me?" Xu Mubai had no idea that the man was actually Ji Feihua.
Ji Feihua sighed softly. "And you call yourself a son of the Xu Family. Old Madam Xu's lifetime of glory has been ruined by unworthy descendants like you. What prowess is there in bullying a defenseless woman? Were you planning to stage a bloodbath and pin the blame on someone else?"
Xu Mubai bit his lip. Inside his long sleeves, two throwing knives slid silently down his arms into his palms. He struck without warning. Against an opponent whose martial arts far surpassed his own, a surprise attack was his only chance of victory. Two cold flashes shot toward Ji Feihua, one behind the other.
Ji Feihua remained unhurried as the knives flew toward him. He flicked his long sleeve, sweeping it over the two flashes of steel. The knives instantly changed direction and shot back toward Xu Mubai. Their returning speed