Tir, Old Man, you seem to be in high spirits!
Coming here at a time like this really doesn't fit the seasoned Jianghu veteran image you've cultivated!
After realizing who was hiding nearby and watching in secret, Fu Qian didn't hurry into the ruins. Instead, he silently changed direction.
From this position, he could easily keep the hidden Tir in sight.
It was clear that Tir's attention was fixed on the ruins' entrance. He hadn't realized someone had already gotten the drop on him.
Of course, by "someone," Fu Qian didn't mean himself. There was another player involved.
Perhaps Tir was too focused on watching the ruins to notice that several presences had quietly closed in around him.
Pfft!
The foul-smelling swamp never seemed to rest. With a tremor, another small mound split open in the ground, releasing a cloud of mist.
As luck would have it, the mist drifted straight toward Tir and soon engulfed him.
The smell was naturally unpleasant. Tir frowned, crouched, and prepared to find another place to hide.
But in the next instant, he seemed to realize something. His slowly moving body jolted, then suddenly shot forward.
Unfortunately, even with his quick reaction, a pitch-black arrow still cut through the air and pierced his right calf, pinning him to the ground.
Clang!
Tir reacted quickly, too. Realizing he couldn't move freely or make a rapid escape, he instantly inflated his right hand like a balloon.
Then he used it to meet a second pitch-black arrow.
With a metallic clang, his right hand remained unharmed. The arrow instantly crumbled to ash, leaving not even a trace behind.
"Not bad!"
At the praise, someone emerged, clapping as he walked.
"As expected of the Hand of Justice."
"It's an honor to meet you today!"
The man who stepped