Because of the injury to his arm, Lin Haoran was initially unable to participate in the hunt. But Lin Yanran was determined to hunt down a white fox and offer its fur as a coat to the Empress, and Lin Haoran was not comfortable letting her go alone, so he insisted on accompanying her.
So they thought of a compromise, temporarily getting a sleeve arrow prepared.
The sleeve arrow was delicate, didn't require much arm strength, and could be operated with one hand. Though not as lethal as a crossbow, it was more than sufficient to deal with ordinary prey.
Not far ahead, a little white fox was moving through the grass. Already wounded by a tiger's claws, it now had an arrow stuck in its hind leg, limping painfully and slowly.
Suddenly, the wind carried a whizzing sound as a sleeve arrow, filled with killing intent, shot toward the little white fox.
"Squeak squeak—"
Feeling the danger keenly, the little white fox let out a cry, using its injured body to dodge the arrow just in time.
