Zhai Le watched the battle from the shadows.
He drew his bow and nocked an arrow, shooting down an enemy who had tried to sneak up on the "thief."
He darted to the "thief's" side and lent him a hand, rescuing him from the encirclement. The man was drenched in blood; who knew how long he'd been fighting before they arrived?
He'd been hanging on by sheer willpower.
The hilt slipped from his hand, and he collapsed to the ground. "Thank you, young friend..."
"Don't mention it. Just turn over a new leaf from now on."
By helping the "thief," Zhai Le had become a thorn in the enemies' sides. Watching wave after wave of enemies charge at them, even he realized something was off. He asked the "thief," "Who are all these people? Some family's death squad?"
But what he really wanted to ask was—what exactly had this "thief" stolen to earn himself such a relentless pursuit?
The "thief" didn't answer. Gritting his teeth, he raised his saber and hacked at the enemies. Seeing that he couldn't get a word out of him, Zhai Le could only sigh and join the fight.
Meanwhile, he couldn't help muttering to himself—
Brother Shen, him and the "thief"—three people, two Martial Spirits and one Literary Heart. No matter how you looked at it, Brother Shen could maximize their chances of winning by playing support...
"Scattered Like Stars and Chess Pieces!"
Just as Zhai Le was shooting arrows and wondering whether his own big brother might drop from the sky, the scene suddenly changed!
Countless black-and-white characters surged like waves, instantly covering the entire village and forming a vast chessboard of crisscrossing lines.
Zhai Le cried out in delight, "Big brother, you finally made it!"
The newcomer didn't respond.
He hadn't even appeared,