How many backups had Prince Jing arranged for this assassination plot?
Before the real action began, no one but this vassal king knew.
Inside the huge head of the Earth God Statue, an archer in a night suit had his feet nailed into the dusty rock floor like iron stakes.
His body appeared lifeless, holding the oddly shaped "Suppressing Object" bow and arrow that was clearly extraordinary, motionless.
Only with each breath did the tip of the arrow bristling with force quiver imperceptibly.
This master archer who served Prince Jing Mansion had no name; on the government's household registry, there was no record of this person.
Clad in black and masked, he had climbed the mountain the night before, waited in this cave until dawn, hiding motionless, until finally the moment to strike had arrived.
Over the archer's exposed eye sockets, he wore a barrel bound by a belt, sweat oozing from his forehead, eyes locked onto Mr. Zhao on the second floor of the distant boat.
