What was going on?
The wandering heroes who had followed along to watch were stunned.
They stared at the gravely wounded Tong Shihong, at a loss for words. They didn't know what to say to match how they felt.
All along the way, Tong Shihong had brazenly sent people to alert Huashan. Everyone had seen it. Feng Qi had done nothing, seeming to tacitly approve, so they'd assumed he was simply unable to stop Tong Shihong and that was why he'd let him act so recklessly.
After all, Tong Shihong was one of the best martial artists of his generation. No one had expected him to be stabbed as soon as they reached the mountain.
They couldn't even tell whether this was meant to intimidate the others or make an example of him.
Even more shocking was that Tong Shihong hadn't been able to dodge Feng Qi's surprise attack at all...
Clearly, following them all this way had been worth it. This was going to be quite a show.
The Huashan Sect fell silent.
Tong Shihong had suddenly been sent over as a show of sincerity, to prove they meant to break the alliance between the two sects?
Zong Gui stared at Tong Shihong, who sat cross-legged on the ground, tending to his wounds. His mind went blank, and he couldn't make sense of it.
Master Tong, what are you playing at?
On the way here, you sent me letter after letter, saying you knew Feng Qi inside and out. So why weren't you the least bit prepared when he ambushed you?
We've already reached the mountain. You should've come to me first!
It's not like I'd let anyone shoot you.
Could it be that you're risking your life to show me just how powerful Feng Qi is?
No.