Who would have thought.
Sending it up the mountain to catch Han Dong.
It was shot dead by a masked man with a flurry of arrows.
This hatred, this grievance.
Will never coexist under the same sky.
"Xiao Feng!"
"It's all my fault."
"I will avenge you."
The old man wept bitterly.
He came before Black Phoenix, stroking its drooping head, and when he saw the shocking arrows on Black Phoenix's body, he turned around, his aura pressing towards the masked man.
"Uh... it wasn't me, don't misunderstand."
The masked man felt something was wrong.
He only shot three arrows, yet Black Phoenix had over ten arrows sticking out of it. It seemed it wasn't diving towards him but was shot by some expert and fell in their direction.
The night was dark and windy.
Making him mistakenly think it was an enemy sneak attack.
He hurriedly shot three arrows in return.
"You're still holding the bow, do you think I'm blind?"
The old man was infuriated.
