She resolutely charged into the sea of fire with Shen Qingzhu, seeking death with all her heart, yet she did not cry!
But when she saw her eldest sister, for some reason, she felt fragile and vulnerable.
The silver-armored woman on the swift horse, her armor gleaming coldly, nocked an arrow and drew her bow, her face calm as she aimed at Zhao Sheng...
In that brief moment when their eyes met, Zhao Sheng's eyes widened with shock. Within a split second, his body instinctively reacted by retreating rapidly, rolling to the side. Still, the arrow pierced his collarbone straight through, lodging in the thick armor. The force of it made his head buzz. Had he been a second slower, the arrow would have gone through his throat.
The Bai family guards following closely behind Bai Qingyan raced forward to rescue.