"Auntie, if there's a next time, I'll slash up your face, one cut at a time!"
A smile returned to Lian Youming's face, leaving him looking as harmless as ever.
The woman had picked on him for no other reason than that everyone present was an old-era martial artist, senior in rank and advanced in years, while he alone was the youngest.
And the Wenxiang Sect were traitors besides.
"You..." The nun's expression soured. She wanted to snap back, but the strange crescent-shaped saber in Lian Youming's hand filled her with apprehension. In the end, she merely snorted and said nothing more.
Gu Xuantong had said only one sentence, without even bothering to open his eyes, and offered nothing further.
Lian Youming whistled, then, under the meaningful gazes of the others, actually walked over to Gu Feiyan and Gu Chan and sat down opposite them.
They were all young people.
"So this thing is a Blood-Dropper!"
He was rather surprised himself.
Lian Youming had heard the earlier cries from outside quite clearly.
"Why doesn't it look much like what the novels describe?"
He had studied the thing in private too. It resembled a mechanical device assembled from numerous components of different sizes, with rotating wheels and mechanisms hidden inside, nothing like a cold weapon at all.
"They seem really afraid of this thing!"
Gu Feiyan, who had already opened her Phoenix Eyes, first gave the Blood-Dropper a few curious looks before saying softly, "The Sticky Pole Office was the White Lotus Sect's sworn enemy! Countless experts from the sect died to this thing back then. And not just them. Whether martial artists or officials of the Imperial Court, everyone trembled at the sight of it. I heard it combined Chinese and Western ingenuity, built with mechanical craftsmanship far beyond its