"Brother Wenxin, I'm here to send you on your way..."
Before the voice ended, a pitch-black crossbow arrow shot out from Han Wenxin's sleeve, piercing through Qing Yu's figure and embedding itself in a large tree blocking the path, emitting a "hissing" sound, clearly smeared with deadly poison.
Looking again at Han Wenxin, his face remained as calm as an ancient well, devoid of the previous look of surprise. Talking too much was never Han Wenxin's style, the recent act was merely to lower Qing Yu's guard, to create an opportunity for this poison-smeared crossbow arrow.
However, talking too much was equally not Qing Yu's style. The figure that the arrow pierced through wavered and dissolved into the air like water, an illusion formed by the "Light Transformation."
Three silver needles, silently flying towards their target, their long, shining bodies had been blackened, becoming completely invisible in the night.