The man who had maintained a mischievous smile just now suddenly appeared cold and sinister, a gleam flashed under his dark eyes. He didn't follow the old woman's movements but instead listened closely to the turbulent sound of air currents.
To sit comfortably as the third-tier figure of 'Black Crow' is surely not simple. Just as expected, the old woman stepped forward and twisted toward Xiao Lin's back, sweeping a chair beside her towards his head. This commotion wouldn't impact the ceremony outside much, and no one would notice that an old woman had disappeared from the crowd.
With a loud crash, the chair shattered into pieces under Xiao Lin's swinging arm, turning into ruins. Seeing this, the old woman didn't linger and started spinning around Xiao Lin again, leaving behind a blurry shadow while the crisp bell sound rang like a death knell, ceaselessly.
Xiao Lin let out a low shout, and his right hand stabbed towards the diagonal, landing a palm strike on the old woman's chest.
