When Sang Que climbed onto the rooftop, he saw a petite figure leaping and darting between the rooftops, moving swiftly and silently like a cat.
The person had already run far away, and Sang Que took up his bow and nocked an arrow.
The bow was a peach wood bow, and the arrow was an ordinary one bought in the city.
The moonlight was bright, and Sang Que narrowed his eyes slightly, focusing on the zigzagging figure. As it jumped onto the left rooftop, Sang Que aimed to the right and decisively released the arrow.
Whir!
The bowstring vibrated, and the figure sprang up, hit squarely in the back by Sang Que's arrow, and fell straight down.
Sang Que spread the Evil Mist and used Instant Teleportation continuously, quickly arriving at the spot where the person had fallen.
There was no one there. Sang Que stood on the rooftop, surveying his surroundings. The Buiyi Lane was quiet, not a sound, but there were bloodstains on the ground; his arrow had indeed hit the target.
