The World is Shocked 78. First Visit to Southern Xinjiang

After packing up her things and going downstairs in the morning, she saw Han Mingxi, who was smiling coquettishly, sitting in the most conspicuous position in the hall and looking at her with a smile. Ye Li's forehead throbbed unconsciously. Han Mingxi seemed not to feel the anger in Ye Li's eyes at all, and waved to her happily, "Jun Wei, come and have breakfast." Ye Li walked over, looked at the whole table of rich breakfast, raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Brother Han's breakfast is really unusually rich." Han Mingxi waved his hand, not caring that everyone in the hall was looking at him, and smiled, "Jun Wei, you should eat more. It won't be so easy to have such a rich breakfast after entering Southern Xinjiang."

Ye Li was not polite and invited An San who followed behind to have dinner together.

Han Mingxi looked at the silent An San and raised his eyebrows and asked, "I haven't asked this brother's name yet. The guards around Jun Wei are very skilled." Generally speaking, Han Mingxi is very self-aware. As the younger brother of the master of Tianyi Pavilion, his vision is naturally not low. Although his Qinggong can be said to be among the best, he is indeed lacking in martial arts. At least the martial arts of the guards around this new friend should be much better than his.

Ye Li glanced at An San and said calmly, "Zhuo Jing."

An San looked up at Ye Li in surprise. Zhuo Jing was his real name, and after becoming the princess's secret guard, he generally would not use this name anymore. He didn't expect the princess to know it.

Han Mingxi smiled and said, "So it's Brother Zhuo. From now on, I will call you Brother Zhuo."

An San said coldly: "I dare not, Master Han is too polite."

The three of them had just finished their meal, and An San went to pay the bill. The man who approached them yesterday came over again, accompanied by the middle-aged man who looked like a butler. "Mr. Chu, are you also planning to leave? Is this... young man the guide you hired?" Ye Li nodded slightly without saying anything. The two of them obviously had no intention of talking, and the man didn't feel awkward at all. He smiled to himself and said, "Since your people are all here, I wonder if they are leaving today? If so, why don't we go together?" Han Mingxi fiddled with the breakfast on the table lazily and said, "Why should we go with you? Isn't it better for everyone to go their own way?"

The man smiled and said, "It would be safer if we all go to Southern Xinjiang together and have someone to take care of us along the way, right? As far as I know... it seems that once we pass the Broken Snow Pass, we will be in the territory of the Luoyi tribe. Yesterday, the two of you..."

Ye Li raised her eyes, looked at the man in confusion and said, "Since you know that we have offended the young master of the Luoyi tribe, why do you still insist on going with us?"

The man curled his lips and said, "So what about the Luoyi tribe? Although the Nanzhao people are good at being ruthless, we are not necessarily afraid of them."

Ye Li nodded secretly in her heart. You have a sick scholar who is famous for his poisons by your side, so you don't have to be afraid of the poisons in southern Xinjiang. After thinking for a while, she nodded and said, "In that case, I'll trouble you. I haven't asked for your name yet." The man laughed heartily and said, "My name is Zheng Kui. I used to be a escort leader, but now I work as a security guard to make a living. This is my housekeeper, and that is our master. And that one..." The man who called himself Zheng Kui looked at the sick scholar who was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and resting his mind, and said, "I heard that he is a master hired by the master at a high price. But... Haha, I don't see how great he is, but he is very weak."

Ye Li nodded and said, "I see. Guard Zheng is polite. In that case, shall we set off now?"

Seeing Li agreed, Zheng Kui was obviously very happy, and said with a generous smile: "I will go and tell my master now." He looked sideways and watched Zheng Kui and the housekeeper go back to discuss with the rich businessman. The rich businessman seemed a little dissatisfied but still agreed. Then the four of them went back to their rooms to pack up their things. Watching the four people go upstairs, Ye Li glanced at Han Mingxi lightly. Han Mingxi lay on the table and looked at Ye Li aggrievedly, "Jun Wei, what did I do wrong again?"

Ye Li snorted and glanced at him, "Mr. Han, do you dare to be more low-key?"

"Low-key?" Han Mingxi was puzzled and asked, "I am not a celebrity, so why should I be low-key?" Only a few people knew that he was the Young Master Fengyue, otherwise they would have been chased and blocked by those who claimed to be righteous. Ye Li looked at him with a smile and said, "You are very low-key, but you have a very high-profile face. Do you think the sick scholar has met the Young Master Mingyue? Do you think he knows that the Young Master Mingyue is the owner of Tianyi Pavilion?" Han Mingxi blinked his eyes, looked at Ye Li with an apologetic face, and whispered, "Well... my eldest brother and the owner of Yanwang Pavilion are friends. So... maybe the sick scholar has seen me. It seems that he knows that we recognized him."

"That's obviously the case." Ye Li said expressionlessly.

"Why did they invite us along?" Han Mingxi asked in a low voice, "If it was because of my status, he should have greeted me directly. After all, my eldest brother has a very good relationship with the Lord of Yanwang Pavilion."

Ye Li shook her head and said, "Probably not. They invited me once before you came, but I refused."

Han Mingxi touched his chin and said, "The sick scholar must have come all the way to Southern Xinjiang for a purpose, but why did he come with that rich businessman? Ordinary rich businessmen can't invite him. As for the medicinal materials business... people who do medicinal materials business will not go to Southern Xinjiang in person in March or April." The most common exchanges between Da Chu and Southern Xinjiang are the rare medicinal materials in Southern Xinjiang, but looking at the cold and desolate appearance of Yonglin City now, it is clear that now is not the time to do medicinal materials business. Ye Li held his forehead and said, "Do you think that someone who dares to be with a famous person like the sick scholar can be an ordinary rich businessman?"

Han Mingxi raised his eyebrows, "Is there any problem?"

Ye Li was silent for a moment, "I can't figure it out yet." But since she was frightened, she had to find out whether it was a coincidence or deliberate.

The group soon met at the door of the inn, then left the city and rode their horses to Broken Snow Pass. What surprised Ye Li was that the wealthy businessman, who looked fat and bloated, was actually a pretty good rider. But it looked like he was a bit worried about the horse under him. The sick scholar had been coughing all the way since he got on the horse, and he looked like he was going to cough out his heart and lungs if he wasn't careful. When passing Broken Snow Pass, Ye Li turned around and saw Murong Ting standing on the city wall, looking radiant and talking to the middle-aged man beside her happily. Murong Ting must have lived a very happy life after leaving the constraints of the capital. Ye Li was also happy for her friend, and she smiled faintly and turned around to catch up with the person in front.

"Have some water." They hurried all the way out of the Suixue Pass until it was getting dark. Apparently they had missed their place to stay today. And although the wilderness in southern Xinjiang was very dangerous, the homes or inns of residents in southern Xinjiang might not be safe for people from the Central Plains to go there.

An San entered the woods skillfully and came out soon with a pile of firewood and a pheasant. Then he started to make a fire and prepare the game. Zheng Kui also caught a few fish from the river not far away. Ye Li glanced at the sick scholar who was coughing bitterly under the tree, and handed him some water with a frown. The sick scholar was obviously stunned for a moment, then he stretched out his right hand to take the water bottle, nodded to Ye Li and whispered, "Thank you." Ye Li nodded and sat back in her original position. Although the sick scholar looked so weak that he was only half dead, Ye Li would never underestimate him. It is better to stay as far away from such a person as possible, especially when he has a grudge against Mo Xiuyao.

Han Mingxi leaned against a tree and watched An San put the processed game on the fire and prepare to roast it. He smiled at Ye Li and said, "Jun Wei, Brother Zhuo is really amazing. I have never seen anyone who can do these things so skillfully. Even those people who often sleep outdoors may not be as good as him." An San, who was sitting by the fire, raised his eyebrows and said nothing. He would not tell Han Mingxi what kind of training the four brothers had experienced under the cliff of Black Cloud Peak in the past six months. In fact, the brothers still don't understand why their master has so many strange ideas and training methods in his mind. Especially the training of survival in the wild, they were thrown into the vast forest that seemed to have no end and lived with poisonous insects, rats and ants for a whole month. The only weapons they had were a dagger and a crossbow with only five arrows. At the beginning, they could not understand what use such training would be for them who were already proficient in martial arts and internal strength. But a month later, the first person to come out of the forest in tattered clothes, An Er, defeated An Yi, An Si and himself in one fell swoop. Originally, the four of them were basically evenly matched, and even if there was a slight win or loss, the winner would definitely be the last gasp of a spent force. But that time, An Er showed his prowess, knocked down An Yi, then himself, and finally died together with An Si. Although he did not learn any other martial arts, and even his internal strength did not increase, the changes in An Er shocked them and made them ecstatic.

It was not until An San went in himself that he knew what An Er had experienced. Poisonous snakes, poisonous insects, poisonous weeds, swamps, wild beasts. At the beginning, he didn't even dare to close his eyes at night, because sometimes he would wake up from a good sleep to find himself surrounded by wolves or to find a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue and staring at him. Every day, he had to find food by himself and collect things specified by the princess. The worst time he was trapped in the swamp for three hours and almost thought he was going to die. But by the last few days of a month, he found that he had gradually adapted to such a bad environment. Even without martial arts, he could survive freely in the forest. Even if he didn't eat or sleep for a day and a night, he wouldn't feel too uncomfortable. These are absolutely impossible to achieve with simple martial arts. The day he came out of the forest alive, he realized that the princess had been following them in the dark since they entered the forest. An San truly submitted to this young princess with all his heart. They all knew in their hearts that their master was definitely the most remarkable of all the princesses of Dingguo. The only thing that made An San feel sorry was that the princess had originally planned to give them a lot of things, but it was interrupted because of the prince's illness.

"Mr. Han is right. Brother Zhuo's skill is so good that even the old escorts who have been escorting for decades can't compare to him." Zheng Kui looked at the half-cooked fish in his hand, and then looked at the fresh and fragrant game in An San's hand that was almost comparable to the roasted chicken in the restaurant, and he was jealous. He just caught a few fish from the river, and this serious brother had already made a fire, caught pheasants, processed them and roasted them. He also took the time to go to the woods to pick some mushrooms and bring them back to make soup. His own master was staring at the fish in his hand with dissatisfaction, and his fat face was full of disgust.

Ye Li looked at Han Mingxi with a smile and said, "Zhuo Jing has been taking care of me all the way. He is smart, so he will learn it after a while."

Han Mingxi looked unconvinced. He often slept outdoors, and now the things he baked were still a black lump and he didn't even dare to eat them.

An San calmly divided the game into three portions and handed them to Ye Li and Han Mingxi respectively, as if he had not heard his master's praise. He would never tell this romantic young man that his master could do better than him. Looking at the romantic young man holding the game in front of him with an intoxicated look on his face, An San suddenly had a strange sense of superiority.

"Master Zhuo is proficient in poison techniques?" The sick scholar sitting next to him drank a few sips of water and seemed to suppress his cough. He looked up at An San and asked. An San turned his head and glanced at him, saying calmly, "I don't understand."

The sick scholar raised his eyebrows and said with a look of obvious disbelief: "There are many poisonous things in southern Xinjiang. Even the fungi in the forest are mostly poisonous. But I see that the ones I picked are all non-toxic."

An San curled his lips and said calmly, "The brighter the mushrooms in the forest, the more poisonous they are. Even children know this." The sick scholar smiled faintly, "Really? If that's the case, Master Zhuo should not pick anything to eat casually. Not all poisonous mushrooms in the world are brightly colored."

"Thanks for the reminder."

The wealthy businessman was obviously not satisfied with the fish grilled by his guards. He threw it away after taking a few bites and pointed at Zheng Kui, saying, "You! Go hunt some game!"

Zheng Kui looked at the sky which had already darkened and hesitated. The reason why they chose to camp outside the forest was because it was not very safe in the forest at night. The sick scholar sat up and looked at the rich businessman calmly and said, "If you want him to die, let him in." The rich businessman seemed to be quite afraid of the sick scholar, and he could only stop talking when he heard him say that.

After dinner, Han Mingxi seemed to have lost the energy he had during the day. He sat at the place closest to the fire, staring at a stone and resting his eyes. After An San packed up his luggage, he stood up and jumped onto a big tree not far away. He sat on a branch and listened silently to the conversations of the people below. On the contrary, Ye Li was a little bored. She sat by the fire and chatted with Zheng Kui, throwing a piece of firewood into the fire from time to time. During the chat, Zheng Kui told Ye Li that the rich businessman was named Liang and was a big medicine businessman in the northwest of Da Chu. He was very rich and came to Southern Xinjiang this time because he heard that a very precious and rare medicine had been born in Southern Xinjiang and would be publicly auctioned in the capital of Nanzhao in June. Of course, there was also the boasting of Mr. Liang who was unwilling to be lonely. Ye Li and Zheng Kui were from a scholarly family in Yunzhou, and this time they were traveling with their guards. As for Han Mingxi, it was a friend he met in Guangling who was eager to accompany him to visit Southern Xinjiang. Since the other party already knew Han Mingxi's identity, Ye Li naturally didn't need to hide it for him, and just said that he was a friend he met in Qingfeng Mingyue Tower in Guangling City. Hearing the words Qingfeng Mingyue Tower, Mr. Liang's chubby face suddenly glowed, and he pulled Ye Li to talk about his experience in Qingfeng Mingyue Tower.

"Master Chu is from Yunzhou?" The sick scholar on the side suddenly asked, "Does Master Chu know the Xu family in Yunzhou?"

Ye Li raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Isn't this young master joking? As a member of the Great Chu, who doesn't know the Xu family of Yunzhou? Although I have no chance to study at Mount Li Academy, I have indeed admired the teachers of the Xu family for a long time."

"Really? Ahem... Speaking of which, since Master Chu admires the Xu family of Yunzhou, you must have heard of the name of Master Qingchen?"

Ye Li looked over with a hint of admiration in his tone, "Master Qingchen...Master Xu became famous at a young age and is known to the world. I only regret that although I am half a year older than Master Xu, I still have not achieved anything. I am really ashamed." The sick scholar looked up at him with some tentative eyes, and smiled faintly, "Really? Maybe Master Chu will be able to see him when he goes to Southern Xinjiang this time."

Ye Li was startled, but she calmly said with a hint of surprise, "Really? Master Qingchen is in Southern Xinjiang right now?"

The sick scholar sat up and said, "Yes, Master Qingchen is indeed in Southern Xinjiang at this time."

"That's great. I hope I can meet Master Qingchen when I go to the capital of Nanzhao, so I can ask him for advice." Ye Li lowered her head and whispered casually. Ignoring the gaze of the sick scholar, Ye Li quickly calculated in her mind. Xu Qingchen traveled all over the world when he was young, and his whereabouts were always unpredictable. Ye Li didn't believe that he couldn't even hide his whereabouts. But the sick scholar was in Xiling, so he could get news about him in Nanjiang... and it seemed that he knew where he was very well, which made Ye Li have a bad premonition. Why did the sick scholar go to Nanjiang this time? Could it be related to Xu Qingchen?

Late at night, the flames burning in the wild gradually died down. The forest under the night was silent except for the chirping of insects and birds. An San, who was sleeping on a tree branch, moved and coughed lightly. Ye Li, who had been sleeping with eyes closed against the fire, slowly opened her eyes, her eyes clear and without a trace of sleepiness. She turned around casually and looked up at the tree. An San on the tree nodded slightly. Ye Li closed her eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, a faint fishy smell came into the air, accompanied by a strange rustling sound and some unclear music. It was as if something was crawling across the grass in groups. An San frowned slightly, thinking of something that made him particularly disgusted, and sat up and floated to the ground. The sick scholar who was still sleeping just after An San landed immediately opened his eyes. Seeing An San frowning in doubt, An San did not look at him, but walked to Ye Li and whispered: "Young Master, there is movement."

When Ye Li opened her eyes, Han Mingxi and Zheng Kui stood up at the same time. Han Mingxi yawned lazily and asked, "What's wrong?"

An San said calmly: "Something is coming."

"Something? What?"

An San said in a deep voice: "I guess... it's a snake."

"snake."

"Snakes." Ye Li and the Sick Scholar said in unison. The Sick Scholar glanced at Ye Li, and Ye Li stood up and said, "I smell snakes. Lots of snakes."

Han Mingzhi said, "I forgot that Jun Wei is good at mixing spices, so he is naturally more sensitive to taste."

Zheng Kui said anxiously: "Let's not talk about this for now, what should we do?" Han Mingxi said nonchalantly: "What can we do? Let's go." Young Master Fengyue's Qinggong is unparalleled, no matter where he is, he will not worry about not being able to get out. An San frowned and said: "I'm afraid I can't get out. You listen... there are sounds everywhere." Except for Mr. Liang and the housekeeper, everyone else present was a martial artist, so they could naturally tell whether An San was telling the truth or not. Han Mingxi snorted lightly and quickly flew up to the branch. In less than a moment, he fell back to the ground, and cursed: "This broken place in Southern Xinjiang is annoying every time I come here. Where do so many snakes come from?"

No one paid attention to his complaints. An San quickly took out the various anti-venomous insect and snake medicines that he had prepared in advance. The sick scholar shook his head and said, "Too many, I'm afraid they will be useless."

Those who have never seen it can never imagine how terrifying such a scene is. In the night, a group of dark snakes surged in from all directions, "What's going on?!" Mr. Liang screamed, and the housekeeper beside him had already fallen to the ground with a pale face.

"Shut up!" the sick scholar yelled, frowning as he looked at An San and said, "There are too many snakes. Using snake repellent will only make them more frantic."

Han Mingxi said with disgust: "Jun Wei, I should be able to get out with you, and Brother Zhuo should be able to get out by himself." An San nodded silently, and the sick scholar said lightly: "In that case, Brother Han can take Master Chu away first." Han Mingxi did not really leave first, because he clearly heard the threat from the sick scholar's words. If they really left first, the sick scholar would definitely shoot an arrow in the back. No matter how high Han Mingxi's Qinggong is, he may not be able to escape the poison of the third master of Yanwang Pavilion by flying in the air with a person. And there is no need to think about the sick scholar. Except for himself, none of the other three people seem to be able to get out by themselves.

Seeing that the snakes had already surrounded them, Ye Li frowned and said, "What time is it? Are you still in the mood to quarrel? Or do you plan to stay here and feed the snakes?"

After the snakes came over, they did not immediately jump up. Everyone soon saw several men in black clothes and playing flutes coming from different directions and standing far behind the snakes. These snakes were obviously not gathered here for no reason but were driven by someone. Zheng Kui cursed and said, "These are the snake-controlling people from southern Xinjiang!"

Ye Li and An San looked at each other. If the snakes really pounced on them, they could probably get away immediately, but the extremely fat wealthy businessman might not be able to escape.

A group of snake chasers turned around to make way, and then a familiar figure swaggered over and smiled maliciously at Ye Li and the others, "Hehe... I said that one day you will fall into my hands. It's only been a day, how are you?"

Han Mingxi raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Isn't this the fool who claimed to be the young chief of the Luoyi tribe?"

The wretched young man who left the inn in anger yesterday was wearing a gorgeous outfit full of silver ornaments tonight, which sparkled in the moonlight. Seeing Han Mingxi's lazy and seductive appearance in the moonlight, he couldn't help but be stunned and said, "Beauty, come here. This young master will spare you. There is no need to accompany these ugly monsters to die." Han Mingxi's face froze, and his eyes twitched, "How dare you say that others are ugly?" Indeed, the people present, including the snake people standing far away, looked much better than the young man. Even the bloated rich businessman, at least he didn't look so wretched.

Hearing this, the young man immediately became furious, staring at Han Mingxi with twisted and fierce eyes. Ye Li coughed lightly and smiled, "Brother Han, although the young man opposite is neither beautiful nor charming, you should at least be gentle with him. How can you make others feel envious of you?" Han Mingxi pouted and said, "Is he envious? Is he jealous? He clearly wants to scratch my face. Humph! My peerless beauty is actually something that such a vulgar person can dream of?" He thought he was just wandering around in the brothels for nothing, so how could he not tell the difference between admiration and jealousy?

"Not bad." The young man on the opposite side laughed, "If I catch you, I will peel your face off alive. Hehe...I want your face, so just come over here obediently and don't let my treasures ruin your face." Everyone was silent for a while, and after a while, Han Mingxi touched his face lovingly and asked, "You don't want to put my face on yours, do you?"

The young man smiled proudly and said, "Yes, it took me a long time to come up with this idea. Unfortunately, I have not been able to find a suitable face. I originally thought that pretty boy was not bad, but now I think your face is better." Han Mingxi's handsome face suddenly became a little evil in the moonlight. It was unforgivable to covet his romantic face!

"This... the size doesn't match, right?" Ye Li frowned, looked at the young man's short and thin face, then looked at Han Mingxi's perfect face shape. Han Mingxi's face was at least one-third larger than that young man's.

"Jun Wei!" Han Mingxi's eyebrows twitched, and he waited for Ye Li with resentment.

The young man was obviously irritated by Ye Li's words, and roared furiously, "What do you care about me? I will make all of you into human skin masks. I will catch them all alive. No... it's okay if the fat guy dies!" The snake people all had a look of danger on their faces. It was easy to kill these people. Just let the snakes go and bite them. There were hundreds of snakes that could always bite them. But it was not so easy to catch them alive. These people were not helpless chickens. Although the snake people hesitated, they obviously could not ignore the master's order. They had to play the piccolo again to drive the snakes.

Boom!

Several flames suddenly sprang up, and the snakes did not rush forward at the sound of the flute, but stopped four or five feet away from them and hesitated. While Ye Li and Han Mingxi were talking to the young master of the Luoyi tribe, An San had secretly sprinkled all the snake repellent they brought around them. Seeing that the snakes were constantly driving, the snake-controlling man's flute sounded more and more rapid and sharp. The snakes also became more agitated. Ye Li raised an eyebrow and looked at Han Mingxi and asked, "Brother Han, can you play a song?" Han Mingxi smiled helplessly and said, "I can't control snakes."

Ye Li was not there. "You don't need to learn how to play. Just know how to play a tune. It's best to use your inner strength. Go play over there." He pointed to the trees behind him. "It would be best if you could move around."

Although he didn't understand what Ye Li meant, Han Mingxi didn't care and shrugged, "Okay, I'll listen to Jun Wei." He pulled out the Dongxiao that he brought with him, and jumped onto the treetop next to him to play a tune. The tune that was accompanied by internal force didn't sound very pleasant, at least not very pleasant for Ye Li, who didn't have deep internal force. Han Mingxi stood on the treetop, playing while changing his position, as if he was walking on flat ground. Seeing this, Ye Li couldn't help but feel envious.

Gradually, the snake fighters were horrified to find that the snakes seemed to be disobeying their orders, especially the snakes in the front, some of which even began to crawl back. They hurriedly played the flute, but these snake fighters were not proficient in martial arts, and their internal strength was mediocre. In terms of voice, they were no match for Han Mingxi. Han Mingxi's flute gradually overwhelmed the rapid and piercing flute sound. The sick scholar on the side seemed to understand something, and also flew over to the branch, picked a leaf and put it at the edge of the village to play. The snakes seemed to finally be unable to bear it. The snakes near Ye Li and others began to retreat, and some scattered, but no snakes approached Ye Li and others.

"What's going on?!" the young man screamed in surprise. Several snake-controlling people also turned pale and retreated one after another, but they did not dare to stop playing the flutes in their hands. However, more and more snakes slowly dispersed around. Ye Li stood by the fire and sneered faintly. Snakes are afraid of realgar, hate snake repellents, and irritating things. They are afraid of fire. This is their nature. As for the so-called snake-controlling snakes, they have almost no hearing. They completely rely on the fluctuations in the air to sense the surroundings. The so-called snake-controlling flute sound is nothing more than training snakes to get used to the same kind of fluctuations. Once this kind of fluctuation is disrupted, the snake group is no longer under control. Compared with the snake venom and fire that they hate, they obviously prefer to crawl to other places.

"Ah... No!" Some snakes crawled back and quickly swam to the feet of the young man. Apparently the young man also had a lot of snake repellent on him, so the snakes did not come forward to bite him, but he was still very scared. An San asked in confusion: "Are people in Southern Xinjiang afraid of snakes?" Ye Li shrugged and smiled: "There are always two exceptions, right?"

As Mr. Liang wiped the blood off his face, he smiled and said, "Thanks to Master Chu for being so careful, we actually let these snakes retreat like this."

Ye Li frowned slightly, still feeling a little anxious. If these snakes ran away, they could be saved for a while, but if so many venomous snakes really escaped, it would be troublesome for passers-by. Glancing at the panicked young man opposite, Ye Li's eyes darkened and she said to An San, "Kill him!"

An San never asked for reasons for orders that Ye Li gave seriously. Before Ye Li finished speaking, An San's long sword flashed in his hand, and he flew into the air like a sharp arrow and shot at the young man. The young man was already panicking, and now seeing An San's long sword coming straight at him, he was so stunned that he forgot to dodge and could only stare blankly at the arrow tip coming towards him.

"Show mercy!" A loud voice rang out hastily from the edge of the woods.