Chapter 791: Ling Zhiyun and the Heaven-Defying Nine Needles

Just as Matsu Floris grasped a few hidden principles of formations, the Falling Star Sword inside the bamboo hut changed in some subtle way. The shift tugged at his senses. Delight flared through him. His eyes snapped open. With curiosity and hope in his gaze, he looked toward the distant Falling Star Sword. "I… you… bastard! What the hell are you getting all worked up for? What are you so damn excited about? You little wastrel! Money-burner! I'm speechless…" Matsu Floris's expression went...