"Hissss—"
Qing Yu pulled the longsword out from the belly of the enemy before him, clad in a blue Confucian robe, the splash of fresh blood staining his sleeves red.
"I'm almost at my limit..."
Along the way, Qing Yu had managed to ambush several enemies by using his face and the blue Confucian robe similar to theirs. However, because he was rushing to reach the small hilltop and did not deliberately dodge, he inevitably got many bloodstains on himself. In this area far from the battlefield, these bloodstains were difficult to explain and aroused suspicion.
"Fortunately, I'm almost there..." Qing Yu picked up the longsword of the man he had just killed and headed towards the now-near hillside.
Lu Yi concentrated intensely, his breath held, as he pulled the black bow to a full moon curve.