Tana foolishly gazed at the distant shadows, indeed not fellow travelers, impossible to detain no matter the effort.
With a melancholic heart, she almost mechanically advanced to fight.
"Hehe, if it weren't for the Princess forbidding us from killing you, none of you would have been left," a cold laugh from an assassin.
"Enough talk, hurry and catch up with the Third Young Master," another assassin flung his hand, dispersing a powder pouch immediately. A fragrant scent filled the air, then all the people from North Country felt numbness and weakness in their limbs; their weapons fell to the ground, and they too sat down in the snow.
"Despicable, using poison!" the Sixth Princess's face flushed with anger.
"Hehe, you're far inferior compared to us," an assassin gave her a kick.
Then, under the watchful eyes of all, they immediately reached the mountain peak, each found a "giant bird," and then took off with the wind.