Luo San fired three sleeve arrows at Meng Qianqian.
Meng Qianqian leaned back, her knees bending as she hung upside down from a tree branch, narrowly avoiding two of the arrows.
But the third arrow suddenly split into countless tiny silver needles just as it was about to hit her.
Meng Qianqian's brow twitched, and she drew her Brocade Spring Saber.
One of the silver needles grazed along the edge of her blade, abruptly changing direction to aim straight for her neck.
Clang!
A throwing dart knocked the deadly silver needle aside.
Meng Qianqian landed gracefully on the ground and asked warily, "Who?"
Not far away, the shadows of the trees shifted faintly.
Meng Qianqian darted over and quickly swept the shadows aside, only to find a messy patch of damp fallen leaves.
A trace of doubt flickered in Meng Qianqian's eyes. "Who could it be?"
She found the throwing dart lodged in the tree.
It was an ordinary dart, the kind that could be purchased anywhere.