The black-robed man laughed, "Little girl, are you trying to burn me alive? Hahaha."
He seemed overly confident and fearless.
Su Nanzhi did not use the long whip again; instead, she drew out a knife.
Bronze knife.
On it were ancient inscriptions, and as soon as it was drawn out, one could feel the fierce aura from ancient times.
A ring-handled knife forged from bronze, infused with a large amount of the Refiner's spiritual power during the forging process, along with other mixed materials, it became a knife capable of cutting through evil techniques and spirits.
Su Nanzhi always took out good items; the black-robed man's gaze seemed to fall on the knife in her hand, and his sinister eyes, even though covered by the brim of his hat, made people uncomfortable.
Su Nanzhi obviously didn't want to waste too many words with him. If she remembered correctly, this black-robed man wanted to use Jiang Beiyu's body as a vessel last time.
