Xiao Feng, as a superlative expert in the Martial World, naturally possessed exceptional wilderness survival skills. Having stepped onto the stone bridge, a single glance towards the Big Dipper told him it was still early, merely the second watch of the night. A self-mocking smile couldn't help but emerge on his face as he murmured, "In my eagerness to exact revenge, I've actually arrived an entire watch early."
In his lifetime, he had staked his life in meetings and fought countless times. There were many whose martial prowess and fame exceeded that of Duan Zhengchun, but tonight, unusual anxiety unsettled his heart, lacking his usual indomitable, do-or-die spirit.
Standing by the bridge, he watched the river flow gently beneath, and thought to himself, "That's right, in the past I was alone and unencumbered, but tonight my heart is burdened with thoughts of Ah Zhu. Heh, how true it is that romance cuts the hero's ambitions short."
