"Master, I'm starving. My legs are shaking too."
"You little rascal! How dare you..."
"No, Master! I'm not hungry—it's the ground! It's trembling!"
Old Xiao paused. He focused, and it did seem the ground was truly shaking.
Then, Old Xiao looked up. Ahead, in his line of sight, a vast, dark mass appeared!
THUD THUD THUD! THUD THUD THUD! THUD THUD THUD!
"Apprentice, get out of the way!"
Old Xiao reacted incredibly swiftly. He grabbed his apprentice and rolled to the side. Behind them, the sound of heavy cavalry was like thunder. The stirred-up dust nearly buried the master and apprentice.
Then, screams and cries for help echoed around them. Old Xiao couldn't make out the other sounds clearly, but he distinctly heard one phrase:
"The Yan bastards are here!"
Little Ma seemed to want to get up, but Old Xiao firmly pressed his head down.
