Hail pellets drummed rhythmically against the dark iron scabbard, and Bai Wanjian's fox-fur cloak whipped in the gale like a banner. To the right of the plank road yawned a thousand-foot abyss of ice, while twelve pine-oil torches suddenly flared to life on the cliff face to the left, staining the drifting snow blood-red.
"Sect Leader Bai is in high spirits, walking alone on a snowy night to take in the scenery."
A sinister laugh drifted down from above the precipice, and seven Bone-Piercing Nails arrived even faster than the voice, aimed straight at his vital acupuncture points. With a slight flick of his wrist, Bai Wanjian swept the scabbard in a half-circle before him, and the seven hidden weapons neatly embedded themselves into the cloud patterns on the scabbard as if swallows returning to their nest.
Chapter 199