Kapitel 1087: The Banquet (I)

Through deep clouds and dense mist, they could only hear the voices without seeing the faces. It would have been a good chance for a sincere conversation and an honest retrospect over their life. They could have recalled the good old days and laughed away the hatred, or at least felt for each other and sighed over the ups and downs. After that they should straighten their clothes and pull out their swords for a fair last round of their lifetime confrontation.

No one would have expected that Ning Que would attack all of a sudden with his mightiest iron arrow, and launch a meanest strike at such a wonderful moment. If only there were some audience they would definitely be stunned by his shamelessness.

Upon a light hum by the firm bowstring of the iron bow, the iron arrow pierced through the air and disappeared in a split second. The river bickered indistinctly among the mist while a clear and horrifying tunnel in the clouds was made by the arrow.