SWOOSH!
The arrow from Lu Zhan's bow zipped past Duan Ling's ear and flew behind him.
Duan Ling froze on the spot, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow. He couldn't help but wonder, 'Have I done something to offend Old Lu recently?'
It wasn't until he heard a dull THUD—the sound of an arrow sinking into flesh—that he snapped back to his senses.
He whipped his head around and discovered a white tiger hidden in a haystack behind him.
An arrow was now embedded between the tiger's eyes. The beast staggered, letting out a series of roars.
A jolt of shock went through Duan Ling. He finally reacted, quickly drawing his bow and loosing several more arrows into the tiger.
At the bonfire banquet that evening, the Emperor learned that Lu Zhan had hunted a great tiger and lavished him with praise.
Perhaps it was because of the Emperor's commendation, but in his delight, Lu Zhan drank himself into a stupor.
