Bai Qingyan rode on a fast horse, galloping forward. Her sharp eyes focused on the high sky above the canyon where a hawk was circling. She drew an arrow, nocked it, and aimed at the hawk.
The fierce general of Xiliang's ambush troops pressed himself against the cliff, hiding below. His sharp and sinister eyes swept over, precisely capturing the valiant figure of Bai Qingyan on horseback, drawing her bow.
Seeing Bai Qingyan aiming at Yun Poxing's hawk, he was shocked. That hawk was the symbol of Yun Poxing. Over the years, any army that saw this hawk, except for the Bai family army of Jin Kingdom, would scatter in fear and throw away their armor. This hawk was the morale of Xiliang's army and must not be shot down! He immediately nocked an arrow.
Sweat already formed at Bai Qingyan's temples. She steadied her mind, gritting her teeth.