In an instant, a thin white light, like a silver thread, flashed and charged toward the wine cup in Zhang Yan's hand. If it hit, the cup would topple, spilling its contents and making him look foolish on the spot. However, at that moment, a sword ball suddenly jumped out from the center of his brow, and with a sharp "clang," the white thread was sliced into two.
The incident happened so suddenly that Yan Zhenhua, who was toasting at the side, was also startled. He stepped back two paces, opened his eyes wide, and only then discovered it was a snake with a body covered in white scales. Its severed halves continued to twist and writhe, trying to come together again as if to reunite. He put down his wine cup, and with a glance, his eyes fixed upon a skinny, mischievous child's figure, his expression showing a hint of displeasure.
