After successfully breaking through the black-robed figure's protective barrier, Lin Shu executed a backflip in the air, her posture as light and agile as a soaring falcon as she landed smoothly and gracefully. A thin layer of dust kicked up beneath her feet, only heightening her imposing presence.
Slowly raising the West Chu Hegemon Spear in her hand, she pointed the tip straight at the black-robed figure. Her voice was cold yet heavy with oppression:
"Professor Quirrell, old acquaintances here, and you're still wrapped up this tightly—what's the point? Why don't you lift your robe so we can actually see each other face to face?"
Chapter 137