An arrow from the enemy soared through the air, tracing a parabola with a chilling presence, breaking through the silence!
The arrow pierced through the window of the main hall, embedding itself inside.
If someone had been inside, it would have been unthinkable.
The courtyard was exceedingly quiet; no screams shattered the air as one might have expected from the arrow's intrusion.
Two bandits exchanged a glance on horseback, dismounted swiftly, and charged toward the main gate.
At that moment, Qin Yao leveled her bow, and as the taut bowstring twanged, two arrows flew simultaneously, splitting in the air to meet the bandits in motion.
Their screams echoed almost simultaneously, followed by a dull thud. One bandit fell with a deadly arrow embedded in the center of his forehead.
The other was luckier; a gust of cold wind from the canyon above deflected the arrow slightly, hitting the bandit in the left shoulder instead.
