Lin Xuelan's carriage.
"Miss, there is about one day left before we reach the Capital City, and we haven't seen anyone from the Diao Family."
Just as Yu Zhu finished speaking, an urgent shout sounded from the front: "Yu Zhu, protect the Miss."
It was Han Yang's voice.
Suddenly, a group of black shadows emerged from behind the sand dune in front of the convoy, no more than six or seven people.
Each one held a crossbow.
At the front of the convoy were Han Yang and Lin Luo, and upon seeing Han Yang, who was driving the carriage, the black shadows raised their crossbows and fired.
Arrows shot explosively from the front, and Han Yang drew his sword to block them.
"Neigh..."
As the mournful sound of a horse's call rang out, the horse pulling the carriage fell, causing the carriage to tilt sideways.
Han Yang leapt into the air.
"Boom." Lin Luo also burst out of the carriage the moment before it hit the ground.
"Whoa..."
