Qu Shaogong's expression was grim, his sharp gaze fixed on the group of assassins, while his guards had already engaged the attackers.
In front of the tea house, the clash of swords and the continuous sound of weapons colliding filled the air.
Inside the tea house, Yang Qingwan watched the battle outside, analyzing the strength comparison between the two sides in her heart.
There were more than ten assassins, all with considerable cultivation, probably all having attained at least the Postnatal Fifth Layer, among which, two might be at the Postnatal Eighth Layer.
Yet the strength of Qu Shaogong's guards was not weak either, but there was only one Martial Artist at the Postnatal Eighth Layer.
"We can't win!"
In a breath, Yang Wanqing judged the disparity in strength, "Brother Dahu, quickly go and get the horses, let's run!"
Having grown up well-versed in "The Thirty-Six Stratagems," she naturally knew that the best stratagem was to flee.
