The waning moon hung in the west, the sky still shrouded in the predawn gloom.
Deep in a dense forest not far from the Seven Stars Gang Sub-Branch, the night's chill had yet to dissipate.
Yet a series of sharp whistles already echoed through the woods, shattering the morning's tranquility.
SWISH!
SWISH!
SWISH!
One silvery streak of light after another cut through the morning mist, zipping past the tangled branches and leaves.
These lights didn't fly straight. Instead, they traced subtle arcs through the air—like crescent moons spun by a fierce wind, each one lethally sharp.
They possessed both the cold gleam of moonlight and a vicious, life-stealing power. A beauty that was breathtakingly deadly.
Chu Fan stood as straight and tall as an ancient pine, planted firmly in a forest clearing.
The morning breeze gently lifted the hem of his robes. He held the Meteor Bow, drawn as full as a harvest moon. The bowstring was pulled taut, seemingly brimming with immense power.
