Facing the bow drawn by Ruoran, Old Bit suddenly knelt on the ground.
He never expected that, after being a seasoned veteran of the world, having licked blood off blades for decades, experienced countless bloodbaths and betrayals, seen all kinds of strongmen, today he would lose to this frail little girl.
And even lost a few companions' lives.
Yanran coldly watched him, the bow in her hand not letting go, unlike earlier, when faced with those crazed smugglers, she was forced to resist to protect herself and her beloved Little Flaming Firebird.
