When it appeared again, it was behind Cai Heming, Red Robes pointed at the back of his head once more. Cai Heming flashed to the left, only to crash straight into a cold embrace. He looked around to see a face, pale as death, with a tongue lolling out, smiling at him. An icy hand pressed against his chest, and a burst of Yin Energy entered his body. Cai Heming felt his chest cool, the chill rushed from his chest to his forehead, sending a shiver down his spine. He woke up instantly,
"Ah..."
Cai Heming stood frozen, and the ghost before him smiled, turned into black smoke, and vanished. He turned again to see his Spirit Sword spinning ceaselessly above Pu Yanlan's head, ready to strike, yet it was blocked by a Little Golden Sword. The two swords clashed, sparring fiercely,
"What's...what's going on?"
Cai Heming was shocked. Pu Yanlan, seeing him awake, was delighted as well,
"Elder Cai, quickly retrieve your Spirit Sword and speak!"
