“Hahaha! How interesting!” Nie Hanchang suddenly lowered his bow and broke out in laughter.


    “Are you all right, Senior Martial Brother Nie?” Zhao Yunxiao cautiously asked.


    At the same time, he snapped his fingers, and the clone that had narrowly avoided being struck by Nie Hanchang’s arrow reverted to earthen chunks that crumbled to the ground.


    “Hahaha, yes, I’m all right,” Nie Hanchang kept away the Grand Annihilator, but still could not stop himself from laughing.


    “Are you sure?” Zhao Yunxiao repeated his question.


    But no matter how he looked at it, Nie Hanchang did not seem to be acting normally right now.


    Why else would he suddenly begin laughing in the midst of a serious spar?


    Was it because he could not accept the fact that he had missed his shot earlier?


    Zhao Yunxiao knew of some people who were extremely proud of their craft, and might not be able to handle failure in what they deem themselves to be good at.


    He could only hope that this was not what Nie Hanchang felt at the moment!


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    He had truly never imagined that Nie Hanchang would ever consider giving up on this path!


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