Zhang San looked up at the two cultivators with masks rushing toward him, both clad in solid color clothing, utterly confused about what they were saying.
Initially, Zhang San thought they were here to assassinate him and was even prepared to test out his counterattacks.
However, after they asked their question, Zhang San's brain stalled for a moment.
Of course, the brain stalling had nothing to do with his hands.
So, even though Zhang San didn't immediately understand what these two who suddenly charged at him wanted to ask, his Mo Blade instinctively slashed out.
Clang!
The white-clad cultivator lifted his hand, forming a translucent protective shield from Qi Gang to block Zhang San's strike, yet he was sent flying a good distance back.
From the feedback of his slash attack, Zhang San could sense the opponent wasn't actually harmed and that he hadn't even managed to break through the opponent's stretched protective shield.
