Mu Bingge raised a hand to her aching forehead, looking utterly helpless.
She took a deep breath, then gently swept a hand through the air, instantly summoning a surging waterfall. Cool water came cascading down with a splash, soaking everyone through, droplets dripping steadily from their hair and hems.
"All of you, calm down."
Thoroughly jolted awake by the cold water, Su Wuwei and Wan Lan slowly, reluctantly opened their eyes, their faces still heavy with lingering drowsiness and exhaustion.
They exchanged a glance, then turned toward Mu Bingge together, their eyes filled with profound weariness and helplessness.
Her heavy eyelids drooping, Wan Lan weakly patted Ye Buyu beside her and stood on the ground.
With her gentle movement, a mild breeze quietly swept past, softly brushing everyone's soaked clothes and hair and soon drying away every trace of moisture.
Su Wuwei was so exhausted that he could barely bring himself to move. He simply relaxed and sat on the ground, as though only this could ease his all-consuming fatigue a little.
He raised his head and looked around, his gaze sweeping over the familiar fortifications and the soldiers poised for battle.
When his gaze fell on the sharp arrows gripped tightly in the soldiers' hands, he couldn't help giving a wry smile and looked toward his companions, rather speechless.
"How exactly have you been communicating?"
He sighed helplessly. "We're all on the same side. How did you somehow end up fighting?"
The troops led by Wujia were dumbfounded.
He instinctively tapped his head. "Huh? General, you two aren't dead?"
Wan Lan choked, clenched her fingers, and a cross-shaped vein of exasperation bulged on her forehead.
She kneaded a ball of wind and hurled it at Wujia.
"Who's dead? If there's something wrong with your eyes, go see a doctor!"