This sudden attack surprised Huang San but not Amon. He lightly lifted his hand and caught the tobacco pipe with two fingers. The metal head of the pipe stopped an inch from Amon's forehead.
"You are truly a Mystic stage cultivator…," Zong Hua uttered. "My data on you mentioned you have a concealment art that disguises your cultivation as one level lower. My Mystic sense told me that you are at the Transformation stage, which means if my info is correct, you should already be a Mystic Stage cultivator."
"Are you convinced now?" Amon asked.
