Bi Tong'er showed an unusual gleam in her eyes and nodded slightly, already feeling suspicious in her heart. The old man saw she had realized, he felt comforted, yet he harbored no resentment for being abandoned by Bi Tong'er as a pawn.
He glanced again at his own injuries, muttering:
"I wonder if this leaf-throwing dharma has a name?"
"Plucking Flowers."
"So it's Plucking Flowers, just like its... "
The old man's pupils suddenly contracted, and a look as if he had seen a ghost appeared on his face. He turned together with Bi Tong'er to see.
Wang Anfeng lowered his gaze, looking at his left hand. The previous terrifying rainbow colors had now all turned back to their original white. He gently fixed his sleeve and said lightly:
"The Buddha plucks a flower, Kashyapa smiles."
"This move is called 'Plucking Flower Fingers.'
He lifted his head, looked at the two people opposite, flicked his fingers, and smiled:
"Nice poison."
