The male lead wasn't in the mood for idle chatter. With a loud roar, he drew his sword and swung it down.,His hands seemed to hold rivers of stars, each one a brilliant speck flying out, cutting across the night sky and striking these people.,Lin nodded, walked to the old man's side, and took out a silver needle, half an inch long like hair, from the pouch hanging from his waist. Then, he carefully pricked the old man's brow.。