It could only be said that this was Wang Ling’s old problem, and it seemed to always work on him, and it worked every time.
He sighed in his heart and thought to himself that Lotus Sun didn’t care about martial virtue, but his performance wasn’t that obvious either, because he was wearing a mask, and only hesitated for a moment.
This didn’t allow Lotus Sun to make a more accurate judgment. After all, they were being led by a small demon spirit and were now in the range of the hundred-cave demon lord.
The hesitation was very vague, and it was just a pause, which could also be explained as... vigilance.
So it wasn’t a real strike.
But this still made Wang Ling, who was under the mask, sweat profusely. He thought to himself that a girl’s sixth sense was really terrifying.