The night was silent, the perfect time for all to slumber.
Gu Chen sat cross-legged on the bed, his breathing barely perceptible, his eyes tightly shut. Just then, the paper window in his room suddenly shifted slightly, and a glint of silver flashed by.
Clink!
A slight sound rang out as a silver needle struck Gu Chen's chest, but it failed to pierce his skin.
Gu Chen's eyes snapped open, his gaze like a torch, instantly illuminating the dim room.
Swish, swish, swish!
At that moment, countless flashes of silver shot out, like a torrential rain of pear blossoms, rushing furiously towards Gu Chen.
Hum!
A golden light flickered around Gu Chen's body, and a golden bell flashed around him, causing hundreds of silver needles to be shattered into powder.