Zhao Ranran furrowed her brows slightly and immediately pushed open the wooden window, looking in the direction the arrow had been shot from. The sky was pitch black, and though her vision was strong, it was difficult to pierce through the layers of darkness. The Jingyao Divine Bird trembled all over, having already developed a fear of startled birds.
She clenched her delicate fists, aware that the arrow was surely fired by Li Xian, both shocked and enraged. Yet in such overwhelming darkness, there was nowhere to search. Zhao Ranran fetched a sheet of paper, examined the handwriting, and murmured, "Tomorrow evening, Absolute Palm Peak, meet for life and death?"
She couldn't believe it, finding it utterly ridiculous, and reread the letter several times. Only then did she realize that Li Xian indeed sought a duel with her. It was absurd, the Flower Thief was utterly foolish, seeking his own death, perfectly suiting her wishes.
