When Grey reappeared once more, he was already standing directly in front of the old man.
The old man shrieked in terror and instinctively tried to retreat, but Grey's hand suddenly shot forward in a short, precise jab. That jabbing motion looked almost sluggish, as though it carried no power at all. It was simple, plain, and unremarkable to the eye.
Yet that very same jab was what had driven the young woman to flee without hesitation.
And because Grey was not currently in his Special Brilliance form, the might hidden behind that strike appeared incomprehensibly weak, so weak that an ordinary cultivator might have laughed at it.
The old man, however, did not laugh.
The instant Grey's finger moved, a chill ran down his spine. Every instinct he possessed screamed the same warning.
That jab could end his life.
