"Who knows whose hands the deer will end up in!"
"What sharp eyes you have!" Xiao Lin admired the bloodshot eyes, suddenly becoming very interested in the face beneath the human skin mask: "You're known as Granny, are you one of Lao Jiu's people?"
"Enough chit-chat!" She attacked Xiao Lin's smiling face, the barb stopping just a centimeter from his skin, the longsword pressing against his stomach.
"This is the second time! If you don't show some real skill, it's going to be troublesome." Dissolving the attack, his sword flicked sideways to deflect the barb, a spin brought it into his hand: "You'll die at your own hand before you kill me."
"What do you mean?"
