Only after Nangong Tian finally gave up resisting did Bai He stop his attacks.
His brows relaxed and he looked quite pleased.
However, Nangong Tian suddenly revealed a sinister smile.
He spat a silver needle from his mouth, sending it flying straight toward Bai He's lower abdomen.
Bai He froze for a moment.
The silver needle not only failed to injure him, but instead fell harmlessly onto the ground.
The smile on Bai He's face vanished instantly.
Fortunately, Nangong Tian had already admitted defeat.
Bai He therefore said nothing and quietly returned.
"Fourth Senior Brother."
Gu He gestured for Bai He to sit down.
Bai He glanced at him with a somewhat aggrieved expression before obediently taking his seat.
"Not every cultivator is an honorable person. Junior Brother, you must remember this in the future. You must never let your guard down against others. Were you injured?"
Bai He shook his head.
"I'm fine. I had already prepared my own protection."
"That's good."
