If Xiao Yan's reaction had been even a fraction slower…
He would have died on that battlefield, his name buried in the sands of time.
Even after surviving, the wound had never truly healed. It lingered. Like a curse.
Like a reminder of that day.
Over the years, he had used countless methods, rare medicines, and forbidden techniques to suppress it.
On the surface, he appeared fine but deep within, that arrow's intent still remained, gnawing at his life force, waiting for the moment he grew weak enough to be consumed.
And yet… Lin Feng had seen through it instantly. Without probing. Without asking.
As if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Xiao Yan's gaze toward Lin Feng changed slightly.
This was no longer just suspicion. It was… wariness. And a trace of expectation.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng remained completely focused.
His hand hovered steadily in the air, fingers slightly spread, as if sensing something invisible.
