The feathers and shafts of the black arrows were still trembling in the corpses, emitting a faint, rhythmic humming.
Gong Fu stared at the arrows, her eyes filled with terror, tears slipping down uncontrollably. The suffocating pressure she had felt moments ago vanished the instant the two men collapsed to the ground.
She hurriedly gathered her torn clothes, pulled the children behind her, and gazed around in panic. Finally, atop the wall of the dilapidated temple, she saw the cold, aloof man in white.
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