The arrows seemed to have eyes, all shooting toward the room at once. The beautifully carved, openwork windows offered no protection at all. Several arrows flew with uncanny accuracy through the gaps, grazing past them.
Dongfang Minghui still lacked a weapon, making it harder to defend herself. In the cramped space, her movements were constrained. To dodge a sharp arrow, she suddenly flattened herself over a box filled with scrolls and cried, "Seventh Sister, has Nangong Yuntian gone so mad that he doesn't even care about his treasures anymore?"
Qian Wanyu drew the whip from her waist, seized her by the collar, and shot out through the window, descending straight into the incoming arrows.
"If you still want your people to live, tell them to stop. Otherwise, don't blame me for showing no mercy."
Dongfang Minghui hurriedly circulated her spiritual power. Dust and broken stones floated into the air, and with a forceful push, she sent those tiny particles, so small the naked eye could easily overlook them, striking their hands. Their bow-drawing hands went numb, and they nearly dropped their bows. "I only spared your lives out of consideration for Nangong Yuntian."
Hearing them address the young master directly by name, Pei Tian immediately signaled a halt. "Do you two know our young master?"
Qian Wanyu took the Rose Tower's token from her storage space and flung it straight at Pei Tian. "Have Nangong Yuntian come see me."
"The Rose Tower." Pei Tian was knowledgeable enough to recognize the token at a glance. He looked up and studied them. "Ladies, please come to the reception room."
The tense atmosphere suddenly became so cordial that Dongfang Minghui found it rather unsettling.
Pei Tian personally led them to a separate pavilion at the back. After inviting them into a room, he