The moment their fingers touched, Zhou Wenjing shivered involuntarily.
At this moment, the wide sleeves of a robe flew over, suddenly enveloping, about to catch the plain clothed man within.
"Such a Sleeve Hidden Heart."
The person who made the move was none other than Duan Wenwu. His name, Sleeve Hidden Heart, was not just because this person was cunning with many mental eyes, but also because he possessed the skill of Qiankun Sleeve, renowned in the Jianghu.
It was said that his Qiankun Sleeve could really capture a person directly into the sleeve.
Making one unable to move, and even be used at his will, though how it is done is more often heard of than seen.
And this move, in his wanderings through Jianghu until now, has rarely failed.
Yet he hadn't expected that as the sleeve enveloped, it felt light and insubstantial.
Looking up again, the plain clothed man had somehow already reached the deck.
