Xiao Feng was one of the foremost Super Masters in the martial world, so his wilderness survival skills were naturally exceptional as well. After stepping onto the stone bridge, he merely glanced at the position of the Big Dipper and knew it was still early—only the second watch of the night. A self-mocking smile appeared on his face as he muttered, "For the sake of avenging this great hatred, I've become so impatient that I arrived an entire watch early."
He had met enemies in life-or-death duels countless times throughout his life. Many of them had possessed martial prowess and prestige far greater than Duan Zhengchun's, yet tonight, he felt unusually uneasy. He lacked the bold spirit of charging forward without hesitation and fighting to the death that he had always possessed before.
Standing beside the bridge and watching the river flow slowly beneath it, he thought, That's right. In the past, I traveled alone, with no attachments or concerns. But tonight, there is an A Zhu in my heart. Heh, this truly is what they mean by love making heroes weak.
As he thought of this, a few more traces of tenderness arose in his heart, and a faint smile touched his lips. Then he thought again, How wonderful it would be if A Zhu were standing here beside me.
He knew that Duan Zhengchun's martial arts were far inferior to his own. There was no need to worry about the outcome of tonight's fight. Seeing that the appointed time had not yet arrived, he sat beneath a tree beside the bridge and focused on regulating his breath. Gradually, his mind became utterly clear, free of distracting thoughts.
Suddenly, lightning flashed, followed by a booming crash as a thunderbolt struck from the clouds.
BOOM!
Beneath a willow tree about