Ye Chutang was taken aback. She blinked slowly, and a faint, fragmented light seemed to shimmer in her clear, dark eyes.
Then, she responded softly.
"Then I must trouble you, Princely Heir."
Shen Yanchuan pulled her behind him as his sword rose and fell.
He moved with extreme speed. In a blur of afterimages from his blade, a constant CLANGING and PINGING echoed as several throwing darts were knocked to the ground.
However, Wulan Mountain was dense and verdant, its thick woods perfect for hiding.
They were out in the open while their opponents were hidden in the shadows, putting them at a distinct disadvantage.
Suddenly, a cold glint of light flashed!
Ye Chutang's gaze shifted slightly, just in time to see a long, black arrow speeding toward them!
It glinted with a faint blue sheen—it was clearly coated in a deadly poison!
Ye Chutang's eyes narrowed. 'This ambush... they're really after Shen Yanchuan.'
