He was an abandoned baby picked up by the previous head monk and raised by his elder martial brother, Liao Chi, since young. Although his ambition was unlike a monk, sneaking out of the temple at the age of eleven or twelve, traveling across the pugilist world, and later even entering Lin Yuan Pavilion, the feelings of his juvenile years gradually paled but always lingered.

Liao Ran signed to him, "Martial brother, repent and the shore is at hand."

He gazed at the younger brother he had brought up with a fascinated and complicated look. For a moment, even he could not help the arousing of old affection. He seemed slightly dazed, murmuring, "The river has already dried up. Where could the..."

The word ‘shore’ had not yet been said, a short arrow the size of a palm suddenly emerged from an extremely tricky angle while Liao Chi was distracted, decisively piercing his throat in one shot.

The crowd shouted in unison, only to see a Black Eagle flying close to the ground. Chang Geng was on the Eagle's back, the string of the medium-sized bow in his hands still trembling greatly. Tan Hong Fei was holding a Wind Slasher, sweeping his metal arms, each of them blocking the violent attack of two combat monks.

Jiang Chong shouted, "What are you standing there for, protect the Emperor!"

The guards of the palace immediately charged forward; a group of Black Cavalry rode out of the alley. Li Feng pushed Liao Chi away, the corpse of the monk rolled down from the Kite.

Liao Ran knelt down in the ruins.

A vast nation, a large world, east and west across the sea, north and south boundless...

Could not let go of a shrine far away from this mortal realm.

The Dong Ying monks and the guards clashed with each other, the Heavy Armor brought by Liao Chi shot an explosive into the sky, Tan Hong Fei directly flew down, Chang Geng landed on one knee with agility. The two men separated, bricks and rubble flew in the air.

Chang Geng's eyes met Li Feng’s for a moment, taking off the Baihong bow from behind, he leaned back to gain strength, pulled the iron string to the extreme, bending in the shape of the full moon——

A sharp noise rang out, the arrow precisely struck the golden box of the Heavy Armor.

He then withdrew quickly. The golden box exploded instantly; the heat wave shook the Kite into incessant tremors.

Li Feng reached for the balcony of the Red Kite: "Tan Hong Fei, drive this thing, send me to the city gate!"

Tan Hong Fei was surprised, after a moment of hesitance, he sent inquiring eyes over towards Chang Geng. Chang Geng's gaze slightly lowered, signaling his acquiescence.