The light was poor that night. Afraid the people lurking in the shadows might not see clearly, he brought out not only his saber, but sandalwood gold as well.
The glow of the sandalwood gold illuminated Xun Lingyin's face with perfect clarity.
The saber was drawn, and the man had fallen. Shi Chun refused to believe they could still miss the point.
The people hiding in the shadows finally realized something was wrong. Unsure where things had gone awry and afraid their targets might escape, they darted out one after another.
Chao Zhilin of the Suyuan Sect and Mao Zhong and Zhu Ze of the Origin Sword Palace descended from above, surrounding Shi Chun's group of three in a triangular formation.
Seeing that it really was Shi Chun and his companions, Chao Zhilin moved to attack the instant he landed.
"Brother Chao!" Mao Zhong shouted urgently, thrusting out a hand toward him to stop his rash action. "Junior Brother Xun is under his blade."
The saber hanging from Shi Chun's hand had its tip pressed squarely against Xun Lingyin's throat. The sandalwood gold in his other hand illuminated the bright smile on his face, as though daring them to try and see whether his blade or their attacks would be faster.
Of course, murderous intent lurked beneath that smile. He had met Chao Zhilin before. Seeing him lying in ambush here with the people from the Origin Sword Palace, what more needed saying? The worst had really happened. That bastard Huyan Dao had truly sold them out.
Seeing that they had secured a hostage right from the start, Wu Jinliang chuckled and asked, "Only three people lying in ambush for us?"
He knew about the special ability in Shi Chun's right eye. The question was meant for Shi Chun.
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