Everyone had these thoughts in their hearts.
Even Song Shiyuan and the others—though they didn't know the purpose of Yu Wenye's battle, they were disheartened to see an enemy escape right before their eyes. Moreover, the one who got away was Yuan An, the leader of the troop that pursued them this time, who caused them no small amount of suffering, and yet he managed to flee!
Especially Yu Wencheng, whose palms were enduring the excruciating pain of splitting. At this moment, he gritted his teeth tightly.
But turning back to look at Yu Wenye, who was gradually opening that heavy strong bow, his fingertips sparkling in the sunlight, aiming at Yuan An, who had bent low, preparing to ride into the Pine Forest, his figure about to disappear; his expression cold, without a trace of disorder. Though Yu Wencheng was furious inside, he couldn't help but show a sneer at the corner of his mouth—
So, you're just like this.
