The sky was dim, and flurries of snow drifted down.
On the Gale Plain, Lin Hui silently watched Wang Yueheng, who stood opposite him.
This man was a clear example of the abnormal mental state of the Inner City's Martial Artists and Summoners. One moment, his mood was peaceful; the next, he suddenly looked ready to tear someone apart.
'Still, a Summoner... This is a new type of opponent, my first time fighting one. I hope I can gather some information.'
He narrowed his eyes, gently drew his Qinghe Sword, and tossed the scabbard aside.
"Brother Wang, please, after you."
Lin Hui said calmly.
He had never witnessed a Summoner's fighting style, so he decided to let his opponent make the first move. He would use his speed to dodge and observe before formulating a response.
Otherwise, who knew what would happen once he attacked? What if the opponent possessed some bizarre ability to reflect attacks back at him?
