The sudden assassination attempt had everyone on high alert. As they rolled down the pavilion, feathered arrows were still coming their way. Wufu turned to Ah Jiu: "Are you alright?"
Ah Jiu smiled and shook his head, drawing a decorative belt from his waist—this was a Green Sword.
Wufu raised an eyebrow, momentarily forgetting that this person wasn't just for show!
"Hoo Die, protect the master and leave first," Yuan Ye said cautiously.
Hoo Die had dropped his usual carefree and goofy demeanor; now his sword was unsheathed, staying by Ah Jiu's side.
"Go!" Wufu was unsure how many people there were or who they were, but felt it best to leave.
Surrounded by Hoo Die, Chi Wu, and the others, the group began descending the mountain, but after just ten steps, an ear-piercing sound from a Guqin resonated through the air.
"Ugh." Wufu's head throbbed violently, cold sweat instantly soaking her back as her mouth tasted of blood.
