Bei Zicheng's movements paused, giving him time to think.
Upon reflection, his face nearly changed.
He had been so focused on sparring with this man that he almost forgot the matter discussed with Nangong Yun.
It was really because Wu Ming's skills were so exceptional. Rarely encountering such a master, he felt it was a shame not to spar properly given his years of effort and training.
However, now there was something more important than dueling with a master!
His right sleeve trembled gently, revealing something in his hand.
That subtle motion, under the faint moonlight, was almost invisible to anyone.
Wu Ming's dark eyes brightened; perhaps this was the real purpose for which Bei Zicheng had invited him here.
As Bei Zicheng pounced again, Wu Ming pretended to block while keeping his eye on Zicheng's right hand.
Nonetheless, nothing came out from Bei Zicheng's right hand; instead, he kept waving his right hand in front of Wu Ming's eyes.
