The sound of so many footsteps made Lan Zhengxiong's expression change. He had suspected that the enemies of Xia Qian's herbal company might come for him, but he never thought it would actually happen. A palpable killing intent arrived before they did.
The middle-aged couple, however, remained fearless. The man holding the large bow, in particular, had a sincere face, yet he radiated an aura of righteousness. "A pack of petty villains. Since they've come, let them learn that the arrows of the Arrow King, one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country, are not to be trifled with."
Indeed, he was the Arrow King. Among the Seven Saints of Dragon Country, sworn brothers who were ranked by their abilities, he was number six. An arrow was already nocked on his great bow, waiting for the enemy to appear before it would be loosed.
