The night was as cool as water, and in the forest, the two factions were still in a standoff.
Ci Hu's group looked smug.
Ying Chuan, on the other hand, frowned tightly as Yun Sheng's fingertips brushed over the Beast Language Ring.
Even if the people of the Bai Ren Sect handed her over, Yun Sheng would not blame them, after all, they had only met by chance. Helping her out of the forest was one thing, offending the Wanyan Sect because of her was another.
Whoosh—
The sound of a cold arrow piercing flesh echoed, and immediately, the scent of blood permeated the surroundings of the camp.
Ci Hu's face twisted in agony as he gasped, clutching his arm that had been hit by an arrow, and became furious.
"Ying Yue, you little wench! You dare to ambush me!" Ci Hu hadn't expected Ying Yue to suddenly release an arrow.
