The courtyard was silent.
After Chen Jichuan once again refused Qizhenzi's "kindness," the latter said nothing more, as though he had given up trying to win him over. When he left, he did not even utter a single threat. Somewhat rude.
"Trying to win me over."
"Looks like he is scared."
Chen Jichuan smiled.
He turned back and sat down again, putting on the appearance of cultivation while remaining vigilant inside.
Qizhenzi might still have other tricks up his sleeve.
Sure enough.
Not long after he sat cross-legged, the courtyard outside suddenly grew darker. With a sharp whoosh, an arrow shot toward him. Chen Jichuan had been prepared. He pressed a hand against the ground, spun, and sprang up, narrowly dodging the arrow.
Boom!
The hidden arrow missed, exploding with a roar and sending shattered stones flying.
Chen Jichuan turned to look and saw that an arrow pit had been blasted into the courtyard, more than seven feet deep. If that had struck a person, even Chen Jichuan would have died on the spot.
"What a powerful arrow!"
Chen Jichuan was secretly alarmed, cold sweat breaking out across his back.
But he did not stand there in a daze.
The instant he dodged the arrow and turned around—
"Go!"
With a sharp shout, he viciously hurled the treasured saber in his hand toward the courtyard outside. At the same time, he dashed back several steps, tapped the ground with his toes, and hooked up a bow and arrows.
The bow was a powerful bow, capable of bearing a thousand pounds of force.
The arrows were sharp arrows, their grooved heads soaked in poison. Whoever they struck would surely die.
He took the bow and gripped an arrow.
He nocked the arrow and drew the bow.
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