Ye Chutang thought this man was utterly clueless, so she decided to stop wasting time.
"That arrow a moment ago—you were the one who shot it, weren't you?"
The man had no idea why Ye Chutang would suddenly ask such a question. He sneered, "So what if it was?"
'Ye Chutang only managed to knock down his arrow earlier because she caught him by surprise. But this time—she wouldn't get the chance!'
Ye Chutang nodded. Then, she tilted her head slightly and looked at Shen Yanchuan.
"Princely Heir, may I borrow your sword?"
Shen Yanchuan raised an eyebrow, but without any hesitation, he handed over the sword from his waist.
It was heavy in her hand, with a satisfying heft.
Ye Chutang gave it a closer look. The blade was drawn, gleaming like snow and wickedly sharp, its cold glint intimidating.
Just by looking at it, one could almost feel the biting, frosty killing intent emanating from the longsword!
A satisfied smile curved at the corners of Ye Chutang's lips.
