Wang Xian spread his hands and barked coldly, "Daybreak is coming!"
Nalan Yu, a soldier through and through, was furious. He was a proud, iron-boned soldier. How could he bow his head to some young man?
He raised his head and looked toward the horizon. Dawn lay ahead, darkness behind.
His lips twitched. Then he turned away. Since there was no reason to be had, he saw no point in reasoning with them.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
In the blink of an eye, a series of terrifying whistles tore through the air.
Like a silver vase shattering, dozens of iron arrows shot from the city wall like lightning. They swept past Nalan Yu and sped toward Qin Wentian and Wang Xian.
The Great General stared in shock. He had never imagined that this man would attack the two of them at the slightest disagreement.
In the blink of an eye, all pretense was cast aside.
"Ah!" Qin Wentian let out an enraged roar. "You dare, boy!"
Wang Xian shook his head, grabbed the Great General, and pulled him behind him, using his own body to shield him from the iron arrows flying out of the darkness.
The rain of arrows streaked through the air, ready to turn the two men in the wind into a pair of pincushions.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of iron arrows had already reached Wang Xian's face... As the Great General roared, Wang Xian merely flicked his sleeve.
Just like Li Dalu in the Prince's Manor, he only had to flick his sleeve for a violent gust to burst forth.
The iron arrows flying through the wind seemed to strike a great golden bell. With a clang, they all fell to the ground three feet in front of Wang Xian.
Qin Wentian stared in