Ha-ha, bursting into laughter, he drew something from his bosom: "Catch."
With a flick of his hand, a white object was seen whistling towards the Mountain Master.
The Mountain Master remained seated and motionless, his eyes fixedly staring at the person.
From an oblique angle, however, suddenly, a dark little trinket flew out, coincidentally striking the white object.
As the two collided, they did not shatter, instead, the white object slowed dramatically and naturally fell into the Mountain Master's hands; it was a small porcelain bottle.
The person's face slightly changed as he looked towards the old lady who had acted, nodding slightly:
"Grandma Fei Yan truly lives up to her reputation."
This move seemed simple, but the control of force was precise to the utmost degree.
Had the force been a bit stronger, the porcelain bottle would surely have shattered.
Had the force been too weak, it would not be able to neutralize the force upon the bottle.
