The entire hall was engulfed in silence.
Nearly everyone forgot this was the mourning hall.
No one expected even the indomitable Song San would get injured.
"Master San!" Song San's men rushed over.
But Song San waved them off.
He straightened his body and lowered his eyes, slowly pulling out the arrow.
He threw it on the ground with a clatter.
He looked at Su Huiqing, the expression on his handsome face unchanging.
Yu Shijin instinctively glanced at Su Huiqing, his hand tightening around hers. His face was very grave.
He relaxed with relief when he didn't detect any signs of heartache in her eyes.
His expression gradually warmed. He looked toward Song San and blocked his view of Su Huiqing. His voice had a hint of warning as he said, "Master San, I will remember your good turn today."
