A hundred meters away on the opposite mountain peak, two people stood, smiling and watching everything unfold. The bodyguard asked, “Master, they’re moving so slowly. Should I help them along?”
The elegant woman standing at the front, facing the wind, smiled slightly: “Help who? They are all famous figures from the Central Plains martial world, all troublesome. They have nothing to do with us; we’re just watching the show.”
“The bodyguard, lacking her master’s patience, tried to find a reason to intervene: ‘That Jian woman who dared to bully the Sixth Young Lady is our enemy! Those unknown ones who dare to bully our enemies – Master, they’ve all offended our Yan family!’
‘Your mouth is truly like that of a man,’ Yan Zi Lian tapped her fan handle, her lips curving in a warm smile: ‘Bring me the arrows!’
The bodyguard enthusiastically presented a bow adorned with golden decorations: ‘These are just ordinary arrows, not reflecting the style of our Yan family.’
Yan Zi Lian glanced at her, suddenly drawing the bow and releasing arrows with lightning speed. Six arrows in two volleys: four pierced the hearts of those surrounding Jian Lian Qing, one directly through her shoulder blade, and another grazing her calf before disappearing into the abyss.
The bodyguard exclaimed, ‘Master, your archery is still unmatched by the world, but why did you spare her?’
Yan Zi Lian smiled: ‘Because I like her.’
Ignoring the bodyguard’s shocked expression, she swiftly leaped across, steadily catching the powerless Jian Lian Qing, smiling as she carefully examined her, skillfully removing the bone-piercing arrow, applying medicine powder, and carrying her away.
Jian Lian Qing, suddenly struck by a hidden arrow and carried away by its shooter, filled with anger, coldly demanded: ‘Who are you?'”
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Yan Zi Lian, seeing her lack of strength but undiminished demeanor, pressed warm energy into her back and smiled: “Jian Lian Qing, you will know who I am in time.”
