"What a superb shot!" Luo Xia exclaimed spontaneously, her eyes full of admiration. Li Xian remained neither humble nor arrogant, casually responding as he rode his horse over to the old man.
Four arrows fired in succession, piercing through his abdomen, chest, and skull with deadly precision and swift ferocity. The old man was pinned to a tree; blood dripped down the arrow shafts. His eyes were wide open, filled with unwillingness, his legs twitching on the ground, already lifeless.
For caution, Li Xian channeled his qi once more and added a palm strike. It shattered his internal organs, and the old man died instantly. Li Xian still did not approach and waited a moment until he was sure the man was completely dead before he began to search the body.
"Heaven-Hiding Box?"
A pleasant surprise indeed, as the old man's chest garment concealed a box, the lid carved with "round," and the box body with "square." Round symbolizing heaven, square symbolizing earth.
