"Excellent archery!"
Li Xuanxuan stood atop the massive corpse of the brown-haired Pig Demon, admiring the bowl-sized hole and clicking his tongue in praise. Beside him, Li Xuanfeng stowed his longbow, grinning pridefully:
"How about that? My arrow isn't just any ordinary one."
"Indeed, it's good,"
Li Xuanxuan nodded, a smile playing on his lips as he replied:
"It's just a shame to ruin such fine skin."
Li Xuanfeng momentarily froze, then gave a sheepish smile. Just as he was about to speak, a clan soldier burst in, only to be stopped by an armored warrior a few steps later. Covered in blood, the soldier knelt down and cried out:
"Young Master! The Shanyue have taken Lijing Town and are moving up Lijing Mountain!"
Li Xuanfeng looked down in disbelief, grabbed the soldier with one hand, and demanded:
"Do you realize what you're saying?!"
"Feng'er!"
