An ink-black arrow came without any sound, and without disturbance to the surrounding air.
Chu Changsheng's pupils shrunk as he raised his arms to shield Xiao Ya, his body shivering from the shockwave.
The black arrow had directly pierced through him, creating a gaping hole. Blood was gushing ceaselessly from that hole.
"Who are you?!"
Chu Changsheng's expression did not change one bit. He lifted his head, staring directly at the window where the moonlight shone on a man with a longbow in his hand.
Yan Cheng looked at Chu Changsheng. The corners of his mouth rose as a strange glint flashed in his eyes. He did not expect Chu Changsheng to have any point of interest. However, despite the man's chest being pierced through and his vitality running out, his complexion did not wane.
"If you hadn't killed my little brother, I wouldn't have attacked you…" said Yan Cheng plainly.
