But Wen Ran didn't stop there. His crimson blade shifted targets in a heartbeat, slicing toward the man with black hair as Wen Ran side-stepped into a smooth spin. The blade struck the arm that had reached for his master's pill vial, and once again, a fiery talisman ignited to shield the cultivator. Though it prevented the limb from being severed, the sheer force behind Wen Ran's attack made the man wince in pain as his body slammed into his companion. The two staggered backward, nearly falling. The white-haired youth barely managed to catch his friend, his face still painted with panic.
I wonder how many life-saving talismans they've got… what a pain.
At last, the two attackers snapped out of their daze. They leapt back, drawing their weapons—sleek, black swords that glimmered with a sinister sheen. Refined in fire and crafted from rare metal, they looked expensive… which instantly caught Wen Ran's attention.
