Seeing the needle technique Qin Chuan used, Jiang Shutong was struck as if by lightning, trembling on the spot.
He stared blankly at the Qin Chuan in front of him.
For some reason, this young man, barely in his early twenties, suddenly seemed towering in his eyes.
"You don't know me and see me as a frog in the well witnessing the moon in the sky.
If you know me, you see me as an ephemera witnessing the vast heavens!"
These two lines suddenly floated into Jiang Shutong's mind, becoming increasingly vivid.
At this moment, looking at the Qin Chuan before him,
he truly felt a sense of insignificance, like an ephemera seeing the vast sky.
"Grandpa Jiang, the Nine Lives Mysterious Needle you mentioned is...?"
Noticing Jiang Shutong's expression change, Gu Yu couldn't help but ask.
