Though the soldier was an ordinary man, he could still sense that mysterious "Killing Intent." By the time he came to his senses, he realized his back was soaked with cold sweat.
He spoke in an extremely quiet voice, afraid the hidden enemy might hear him.
"Sir, should we take another road...?"
Both options were dangerous.
There was only one road nearby.
If they turned back and took another route, they might run into the Rebel Army. But if they continued down this road, they might encounter danger no less frightening than the Rebel Army. It was a difficult choice. The soldier was deeply regretful, and relieved that Qi Shan hadn't blamed him.
Who could have guessed that Qi Shan would raise a hand to stop him? "No need. Keep going."
The soldier's throat bobbed nervously. He swallowed several times, then hesitantly and fearfully glanced toward the direction from which the arrow had come. That had been the closest he'd ever come to death. Qi Shan reassured him with a calm, "It's all right!"
Qi Shan didn't return to the carriage. He sat outside instead.
Inside the carriage, Shen Tang asked what was happening outside.
Qi Shan replied, "Nothing."
Shen Tang wasn't satisfied with that answer.
That arrow had come flying with such force that there was no way to call it "nothing." So she turned her questioning gaze to Gu Chi. His Way of the Scholar was practically an assassin's natural enemy; nothing hidden, lurking, or plotting an ambush could escape him!
And things were exactly as she'd guessed.
Gu Chi had indeed noticed the people hiding in the woods long ago.
Without a sound, he mouthed, "There are a few nobodies in the woods."
Only then did Shen Tang relax and close her eyes again.
She needed to