Tang Shaoyang glanced at the green-cloaked figure standing on the top of the tree house's rooftop. The figure had a fully-pulled bow, and he noticed that the mana gathered in the arrow. It was not just a regular arrow, some sort of a skill he had to guess. He did not do anything even though the figure threatened him with the arrow, and he was interested in the development. What Elven would do about this was what he wanted to see.
Revalor's heart skipped a beat when he heard the voice. 'How could he be out here?' He recognized the voice, his second son, Arbane. Before he greeted Lord Tang, he made sure that his second son was locked up. He knew that his second would not let it slide like that when the woman he loved married another man.
