"Pei Jue, do you really intend to disregard her life?"
No response came.
Li Zongxun laughed maniacally and roared like a madman.
"I'll count to three, and if you don't order the Northern Yong Army to lay down their weapons, I'll ignite the fire and burn her to death!"
Feng Yun stared at Pei Jue.
The midday sunlight slanted across Pei Jue's cold armor, reflecting a dazzling light, his cape fluttering in the cold wind, making a flapping sound, adding to the already somber and oppressive atmosphere.
She saw Pei Jue's sword-wielding hand pause for a moment.
And it was this slight lapse that resulted in him being hit by an arrow from the city wall...
The arrow grazed his arm, drawing out a streak of blood.
Feng Yun's eyes widened as her mouth opened and closed, then she stood in silence.
"One!"
"Two!"
Atop the tower, Li Zongxun lifted the torch high.
It was a mere three feet away from Li Sangruo's clothing.
Below the tower, the Northern Yong Army's assault intensified.
