"Blackie is ruthless," Si Jinhan disagreed. It was not easy for them to have come out from North Country, and he was reluctant to let her venture into danger alone.
"Let go," Lin Ziyin urged anxiously.
Yet, Luo Yan and Si Jinhan showed no signs of compromise.
"It seems that the people under the Princess of Ling are unwilling," Blackie said smugly, "then don't blame me for being rude."
"I told you already, they won't easily submit; why bother talking so much with them?" A middle-aged man appeared behind Lin Ziyin and the others.
"The National Master of North Country?" Lin Ziyin squinted her eyes.
Beside her, both Luo Yan and Si Jinhan tensed up, their bodies in the highest state of alert.
The National Master of North Country was not alone; standing beside him were Timur and a group of guards, all holding crossbows ready to shoot.
Caught between the wolf in front and the tiger behind, Lin Ziyin and her companions had become prey.
