Seeing the poisoned arrow in his hand,
Li Feng then noticed something else that seemed odd...the quality of this arrow was quite good.
It didn't seem like something a random bandit would able to possess.
Li Feng turned his head toward the distance from where the arrow had been fired.
He frowned. "Are bandits usually this strong?"
Li Feng's mind drifted to the power behind the arrow when he caught it.
Even though he had stopped it easily, for the caravan guard captain…
That would have been a sure kill, and if the strongest guard had fallen like that, the morale would have crumbled, making the rest easy to deal with.
Li Feng couldn't help but imagine the grim future for the caravan if he hadn't been here.
The captain finally exhaled, his face pale as he realized he had just escaped death. "Y-Young Master Li… thank you. If not for you—"
Li Feng dropped the arrow and waved him off lazily. "No need for thanks. Just focus on not dying."
