Li Guishen's bony fingers suddenly tightened, and the pipe that had accompanied him for half his life let out a "creak" as he gripped it, leaving fingerprints on the hard ebony surface.
He still maintained the posture of holding the pipe between his lips, his parched lips unconsciously pursing.
Of course, nothing came out, as the pipe's airway had already been pinched off, and wisps of smoke escaped from the twisted stem, swirling around his beard but refusing to disperse.
"Ancestral master, reveal your spirit! This is the Martial Inference Skill, Lao San was right, Lao Ba indeed misunderstood, this is not Perfection in cultivation at all, but..."
However, the shock brought by [Soul-Seeking Step] was just the prologue to this martial demonstration; the real show was just beginning.
