He said, "Come," already sidestepping to the right.
"You were the one following us that night, weren't you?"
He Baichuan followed closely, his eyes gleaming as he asked with a hint of a smile.
Lian Youming said nothing, his expression unchanged, but his silence was an admission.
He Baichuan nodded. "In that case, I won't waste words. If you know what's good for you, you can spare yourself some suffering."
Lian Youming was inwardly speechless. The old man was still thinking of capturing him.
Above them, the moon shone bright among sparse stars. The two moved sideways, only stopping at the same time once they were well away from the other three battlefields.
"Ah!" Lian Youming sighed, pacing in a circle. "There's something I really can't understand."
He Baichuan stood with his hands behind his back, as though certain of victory, as though everything were in his grasp. "What can't you understand?"
Lian Youming lifted his eyelids and said softly, "How an idiot like you could actually reach the realm of Foresight... Never mind. I'll try my hand on you first." He Baichuan's gaze turned icy. "You're a young upstart who isn't even a Grand Boxer. Even with several supreme arts at your disposal, you won't escape defeat today. Let me teach you-"
But the next instant, Lian Youming stopped. His tigerlike eyes seemed to look down from on high as he focused his gaze and intent, pinning them firmly on his opponent. Invisibly, it was as though his gaze had linked the two of them, locking his enemy in place.
The instant they faced each other, the old man's words cut off. He felt a chill appear out of nowhere and climb straight from his tailbone to the crown of his head, every hair standing on end.
He Baichuan's