Time seemed to slow down at a granular pace.
First, the boss's feather arrow flew through the air, drawing a cold metallic light in the air, forcing Zuo Botang to retreat.
Then the bullets came rapidly from behind, and the heat surged---
Archer Wei paused.
The man's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, the tips of his eyebrows habitually raised, the fierce look in his pupils was replaced by the sharpness unique to youth, he slowly released the force from the tiger's mouth of the longbow, his expression was confused, as if he had changed from a domineering adult falcon to a young eagle that had just been driven out of the home.
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