"..." Xue Three.
"Go ahead. Use it. The copyright fee is just to burn more paper money for me during the Qingming Festival."
Blind Bei took two steps forward, his hands held out in front of him.
Mr. Chen's gaze fell upon Blind Bei. He said, "You're very unique, but you're not fit for battle."
"Mm," Blind Bei admitted. He then closed his eyes—which made little difference whether they were open or shut—and an invisible current began to swirl around him. This was... a psychic storm.
With sword in hand, Mr. Chen advanced towards Blind Bei. As the distance between them narrowed, Blind Bei's fists suddenly clenched.
"BUZZ!"
A powerful mental force swept towards Mr. Chen!
Mr. Chen staggered slightly but continued to advance towards Blind Bei.
Sweat began to bead on Blind Bei's face.
Continuing forward, Mr. Chen said, "I feel as if countless eyes are watching me. What are they looking for?"
Blind Bei, his eyes still closed, replied, "The cracks in your soul."
