"Taoist Fellow, you are giving it too much thought. Even if I lose my magic artifact... who would dare to pick up something belonging to the Tuoba Family? Killing you would take but a quarter of an hour, after which I can simply go back and search for it."
Li Xizhi did not respond to him at all. He slapped his wrists dozens of times, and a talisman appeared in his palm. He rolled up his sleeves and, glowing, threw it backward.
As soon as the talisman left his hand, it instantly turned into a sinister gray cloth. The sound of drums and gongs erupted all around, shrill and ghostly, alongside the pervasive smell of incense. The cloth inflated like it was filled with air and spun and leaped through the sky like a great bird.
It was naturally the ancient talisman given to him by Yang Ruizao!
Tuoba Chongyuan was riding in his carriage, and upon seeing this gray cloth, he furrowed his brow for the first time and muttered:
"Someone from the Yin Si..."
