This wooden bow from Shenzhou, ancient and weathered from top to bottom, trembled softly.
As if cheering. After who knew how long asleep, it had finally seen the light of day.
Ji Yaoguang stared blankly at the young man before her, stunned.
She truly could not understand. With only this wooden bow in Wang Xian's hands and an utterly unremarkable bamboo arrow, what was he trying to do?
Could it be that he wanted to stop the man and woman who were about to break through?
How was that possible?
Atop the snow peak, the black mist around Young Master Yan Hui gradually withdrew, transforming into faint golden light that poured backward like rivers surging upstream. It was a sign that he was about to break through.
Faced with Wang Xian's utterly shameless actions, he simply ignored him.
A wooden bow and a bamboo arrow—trying to stop a cultivator at the Void Refinement Realm from breaking through was utter nonsense... Yet he was even faintly looking forward to it.
He hoped Wang Xian would fire that arrow and make a fool of himself in front of Ye Honglian.
Ji Yaoguang's expression was complicated. Her long eyelashes fluttered softly, while her lips, like winter plum blossoms, pressed tightly together, more vivid than the red plum about to bloom.
What are you trying to do?
Let that man laugh at you?
Are you trying to anger him, then make him come after you?
She slowly raised her head. Without realizing it, she had sunk both feet deep into the snow from nervousness. The branch in her hand snapped with a crisp crack. She was far too tense.
Being hunted by several men in black in that cave had been the greatest humiliation she had suffered since beginning her cultivation.
She had fled