Yu Wenye half-kneeled on the ground, still protecting Nie Chong in his arms, one hand pressing forcefully on the wound. Blood flowed down his arm, staining half of his body crimson. Bathed in such blood, Yu Wenye seemed cold and sharp, like a sword drenched in blood; even though it hadn't yet emerged from its scabbard, its edge was already evident.
He said coldly, "You're waiting for your ambush troops."
Hearing the words "ambush troops," the people subdued by Yu Wenye's men drew a sharp breath, clearly not expecting Yu Wenye to know, and Shan Shiyu's eyes suddenly dimmed—Yu Wenye knew, which meant...
At this moment, a whistle suddenly sounded in the heavy darkness of the night, coming from the direction Shan Shiyu had just been looking at expectantly.
At this moment, his heart sank.
