What relieved Xiao Lin was that the sword did not ultimately fall upon him.

Just as the masked man was about to strike, the pure white mask on his face suddenly dimmed, as if he remembered something, and he quickly withdrew his stance.

The thunder on the long sword vanished with this action.

"Hmm? What's going on?" Xiao Lin snapped out of his shock, looking at the masked man who had sheathed his sword, utterly puzzled.