Amidst a spray of blood, the three-edged arrowhead drove deep into Teng Feiyu’s shoulder, stopping only after the better part of the shaft had buried itself in his flesh.
Fortunately, it had missed any vital organs.
Lin Qing glanced at it out of the corner of his eye. Based on the trajectory of that arrow, he had expected it to pierce straight through Teng Feiyu’s chest.
Chapter 31