The silver needle brushed past his clothes and embedded into the rock wall with a crisp sound.
Having missed his first move, the old man swiftly launched a series of consecutive attacks. His left hand, with fingers moving like playing a pipa, rapidly created afterimages, this time not missing, and the silver glint pierced the silhouette of the doctor in front of him.
The silver needles were not only aimed with precision but also employed with considerable skill, and were even laced with some poison. The cold doctor could not move, frozen in place.
An Da and Liu Mengyan heard the voice calling out, somewhat confused, as they walked out and heard the old man chuckle and say, "So, the doctor plans to stay here longer to heal this old man? Truly, a benevolent heart of the healer, I am impressed, impressed..."
The two young ones could not distinguish the current situation yet.
