Shouldering a Shovel to Meet

One Cloud-Piercing Arrow, and armies of thousands came rushing to meet.

That... was impossible.

One Cloud-Piercing Arrow, and Qin He came shouldering a shovel to meet.

That... was possible.

When Qin He heard that piercing shriek, his ears immediately perked up.

Cloud-Piercing Arrows were remarkably standardized things.

By "standardized," it meant that no matter how one researched them, as long as they were designed and made to pursue the greatest possible sound transmission range, then regardless of the process, all roads would lead to the same destination, producing almost identical tones.

The higher the quality of a Cloud-Piercing Arrow, the more uniform its tone would be.

Sound was also greatly obstructed within Ghost Domain City and could not carry very far.

But if he could hear it, that meant it was nearby.

Qin He did not hesitate in the slightest. The black shovel instantly transformed into the Nine-Toothed Rake, and after several flashes, he rushed in that direction.

Before long, Qin He arrived at the intersection.

After its momentum faded, the Signal Arrow slowly fell from the air. With a "clang," it landed less than three steps in front of Qin He.

Qin He glanced around, then bent down and picked up the Signal Arrow.

Just as he had heard, the Signal Arrow was exquisitely crafted. The sound-whistle portion was actually made of black iron.

It also bore the emblem of the Great Jing Imperial Family.

"Since you fired the Signal Arrow and I have come, why have you not shown yourselves?" After a pause, Qin He looked toward an inconspicuous corner at the street's end, where the fog was just a little denser.

As his words fell, the fog there thinned away, revealing the figures of four people.

Naturally, they were Marquis of Purple Robes and his three guards.