Having just passed the New Year, most people were back to work by the tenth.
It was past noon again, and there were naturally few people around.
Feng Chuanbai's people had already quietly cleared the area early on, masquerading as tourists visiting the mountain.
At this time, aside from them, there wasn't anyone else at the foot of the mountain.
Shang Yue looked at the deep mark on the ground carved out by the crossbow arrow.
If it had been a second slower, the crossbow arrow would've been stuck in her head.
Shang Yue's pupils trembled, and she was pulled back by Qiao Yuxian.
She looked at her, seeing Qiao Yuxian kick over someone swinging a dagger at her.
Shang Yue's cold and expressionless look was momentarily shocked.
In the seconds when she was dazed, Qiao Yuxian raised her hand, pressing her back, leaned down, and dodged two more crossbow arrows, while also kicking down two people.
As more people fell to the ground, Shang Yue quickly snapped back to fight.
