Broken Bows, Broken Knives, and Broken Dreams
Editor: Transn
Ning Que held onto his walking stick and looked at Hua Shanyue. He leaned half of his weight on the walking stick. His posture made him seem earnest in his gaze toward Hua Shanyue, almost as if he would look through him.
Hua Shanyue felt a little pain between his eyebrows. He felt like Ning Que's eyes were like two sharp knives. So he leaned over to one side, holding Xiao Man's hand.
As he leaned, he opened the view of the night sky for others. But in doing so, he blocked Li Yu's sight.
Earlier when he said there were 30 Shenhou crossbows in the night, he wasn't lying. As Hua Shanyue turned his body, a shrill sound suddenly pierced the quiet courtyard.
Snowflakes were pulverized as dozens of arrows were shot from the trees next to the wall, pointing at Ning Que on the terrace.
There wasn't much snow falling in the courtyard, but now it seemed to accumulate more and more. There was a strange force on the snow, causing sharp lines to appear in it.