Yuan Yunzhong turned a blind eye and left the council hall, escorted by Commander Wang and several other military officials as they hurried toward the Capital City.
The moon was obscured by darkness, and the only sounds were the chaotic clopping of horse hooves, "clip-clop clip-clop," like drums beating against the ground.
A black feather arrow whistled through the night, aiming straight for Yuan Yunzhong.
"Be careful!" The sound of the arrow cutting through the air made Commander Wang's ears twitch, and he unsheathed his sword to block the missile.
But more arrows took advantage of the moonlight to shoot towards them.
"Hisss!" A horse neighed in fright.
"Protect the lords!"
Chaos erupted on the postal road.
Yuan Yunzhong, without uttering a word, drew his waist knife and threw it in the direction the arrows were coming from.
Someone in the dense forest let out a scream of agony.
