As soon as he stepped inside the restaurant, the sound of trickling water reached Chu Feng's ears.
Looking up, he saw that of the eight figures his Spiritual Perception had sensed in the restaurant, only a snowman that was growing larger remained.
"Exo...rcist, you shouldn't... have come!" a low, halting voice came from the snowman's mouth.
"I didn't want to come either, but there's no helping it when you've been paid!"
Chu Feng gave a faint smile. With a flick of his long blade, the table in front of the snowman instantly split in two.
The blade flash that struck towards the snowman only shattered a suddenly manifested sheet of ice before dissipating.
Glancing at the water stains on the ground, Chu Feng twirled his blade playfully before charging forward.
SWISH! The snowman's newly grown arm was chopped off by Chu Feng's blade.
The arm, made of snow, turned into a puddle of clear water in the blink of an eye.
