In the dark night, cold air spread.
Zhang Xing and Qin Bao rode through a pitch-black stretch, then suddenly reined in their horses and looked back together. Two or three hundred paces behind them, the dozen or so Wu Clan horsemen were already in a panic. They could even hear distinct splashes and cries for help.
Qin Bao took the bow and arrows from his back, nocked an arrow, and tried to fire blindly toward the trap, only to lower his bow after drawing it.
"What is it?" Zhang Xing turned to ask.
"A little too far," Qin Bao answered bluntly. "Not enough killing power. No use."
"Let me try." Zhang Xing held out his hand.
Qin Bao looked slightly surprised, but immediately handed over the bow and arrows.
Zhang Xing took them and drew the bow, roughly aiming toward the ice trap he had set. But he was in no hurry to release the arrow. Instead, he circulated True Qi throughout his body. Vast amounts of silvery-gray Ice True Qi spread from the crown of his head and beneath his feet, almost enveloping him completely and naturally spreading around both arms. He waited until the overflowing True Qi joined along the entire length of the arrow, then lightly released the bowstring, letting the arrow fly with a streak of silvery-gray light straight into the distance.
Unfortunately, there was no scream.
In fact, Zhang Xing's archery was terrible. The streak of light missed the ice trap they had set on the stream by several dozen paces... of course, most Great Wei soldiers seemed to be terrible archers, thanks to their standard-issue steel crossbows and their habit of fighting in large armies that overwhelmed smaller forces... but the cries for help and the commotion still stopped immediately.
"They're frightened. They don't