Yan Luo turned his head, casting his gaze in the direction from which the arrow had been shot, yet he saw no figure.
Squinting his eyes, Yan Luo grasped the arrow in his hand and started walking in that direction.
He didn't hear breathing, nor did he hear a heartbeat; could it be that the 'thing' that shot the arrow neither needed to breathe nor had a heart?
Or were these sounds simply being concealed?
Yan Luo lifted the arrow, drawing the tip across the tree trunk beside him to test its sharpness.
The arrow he held bore an uncanny resemblance to those on Blue Star; the arrowhead was Y-shaped, with barbs at the two front tips, seemingly designed not to kill prey but to restrict their movement.
Because the Y-shaped arrowhead wasn't suitable for piercing the flesh, it was honed to be particularly sharp; with a gentle swipe from Yan Luo, it sliced through the tree trunk.
