"Eh? Yanyan?"
Xiao Zhao chased after her, but Shen Yan's figure vanished in a puff of smoke.
Ahead lay layers upon layers of tree shadows, like a labyrinth; when Xiao Zhao reached a dead-end, he was dumbfounded.
Which direction had Shen Yan gone?
"Yanyan!"
*
"Whoosh!"
"Bang!"
Shen Yan shot out like an arrow, swiftly kicking her adversary and sending him tumbling away.
Rolling on the ground, the man sharply turned back and fixed his gaze on Shen Yan, his eyes filled with lethal intent.
He had the face of a man from the south.
"Yue Country people?" Shen Yan scrutinized him with suspicion, "Why are you targeting Qin Dingyue?"
The man's response to Shen Yan was a throwing knife, the kind made for real use, not just as a prop.
"Thunk!"
The knife embedded itself in the tree trunk beside Shen Yan's ear; she didn't even turn her head as she yanked it out and threw it back at him.
