The stranger entered the shop, paid no mind to anyone, and simply looked around.
Qin Wen's eyes shifted. He shielded Wei An behind him, watching the man look around.
"Friend, what kind of Pills are you looking for? We have every type of Pill in the shop."
Qin Wen asked with a smile.
Hearing this, the stranger, who had been acting as if no one else was there, paused. He finally reacted.
He turned his head awkwardly, forcing an exaggerated smile onto his face, the corners of his mouth stretching unnaturally wide.
BANG!
The floor trembled lightly. The instant the man's figure vanished, Qin Wen's hand had already shot out.
When he drew his hand back, he was holding an unsheathed dagger.
"You're courting death!"
With a flick of his wrist, Qin Wen swung the blade in a horizontal arc. In a flash, he forced the man back.
A spray of blood burst from his collarbone. The strange Cultivator plugged the wound with a finger, wiped it forcefully, and the bleeding stopped.
