The mountain stream was silent as the wind caressed the green trees. Everyone was shocked speechless. The cloth surrounding the Buddhist chariot fluttered, revealing a glimpse of the figure in monk robes.
The high monk from Xuankong Temple remained silent. He had only realized that the arrow was much scarier than rumored today, as he faced the ice-cold iron arrow in person.
The bowstring separated the world before Ning Que into two. He looked at the monk in the chariot who was, in his view, split by the bowstring and aimed at by the arrowhead. He said, "To those of the world, Xuankong Temple is a holy Unknown Place. You guys reside in the faraway Western Wilderness and rarely enter the human world, so you seem more mysterious. However, you seem to have forgotten that I am from the Academy. To me, you all from Xuankong Temple are not that mysterious."