Decisive Battle (7)

Mu Yangling removed the heart-protecting mirror from his armor and sewed it into his clothes. She also prepared sleeve arrows for him. "I've soaked these arrowheads in a poison that constricts the throat upon contact with blood. Use them sparingly. Also, bring along all your secret guards. If something really happens, at least you'll have someone to help you."

Seeing that she was busying around for his sake, Qi Haoran felt much better. He hugged Mu Yangling and said, "Don't worry, I'll definitely come back alive. These arrangements of yours might not be of any use at all. Didn't that monk Yuan Hui often say that I'm a lucky star? This time, I'll definitely be lucky, too."

In the next three days, as if verifying that Qi Haoran was indeed a lucky star, things went extremely smoothly. Even if he met the stubborn Wulie, the latter was worn down by him.