The blind Taoist sensed the contempt and disdain in Li Mu's tone.
He snorted and replied, "No comment."
At that answer, Li Mu was amused.
"Fu*k it! You put on airs even before I ruffle your feathers!"
With a stir of his mind, the Samsara Knife under his feet vibrated. A flash of broadsword light went off, which pierced the many-layered protective shields covering the blind Taoist in a trice but halted only a fraction of an inch away from his throat. The chilling broadsword qi surged, and it could easily cut open the blind Taoist's skin if it moved a little bit forward.
"I don't have much patience." Li Mu began, irritated. "On that day, you took my attendant away and had her disappear. I haven't settled that account with you. So, even if I kill you now, it will just be a minor pun
