章 650: It’s Fake Skill; All Talk but and no Action

Since the early morning that day, Yin San had been throwing pebbles at mice while squatting on the treetop. The pocket of his red cloth that was full of pebbles had only less than half left.

He didn't employ any magic, nor did he use any sword style. All he did was throw the pebbles with his hand.

Even if he hit the mouse with the pebble, the mouse was not injured severely; and he would laugh happily. If he missed the target, the expression on his face was anger instead of his usual agreeable countenance; and sometimes he even swore a little.

The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect and the Dark Phoenix were worried that Yin San might be experiencing a mental stress because of the defeat in Zhaoge City.

Fortunately, Yin San responded to the question of the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect. It seemed that the mentioning of "old" had affected both the Dark Phoenix and him.