The Woman With The Zither

"Stop!"

Seeing Su Xiaoli move toward the silver fan, her remaining opponent moved to intercept her. But before he could take a step forward, a black object appeared in front of him.

Clang!

His weapon clashed against it, forcing him back a few steps.

"Did I say you could go?" Feng Fan said with a grin.

Feng Fan, having intercepted Su Xiaoli's second opponent, engaged him in battle, refusing to give him any chance to interfere with her.

In mid-air, just as Su Xiaoli was about to grab the silver fan, an arrow shot toward her. Sensing the danger, her expression changed.

She swiftly opened her metal fan and swung it, deflecting the arrow. But in doing so, she lost her chance to take the silver fan.

Feng Fan glanced at the source of the attack and clicked his tongue in annoyance. "More uninvited guests joining the fun, huh?"

"Nice shot, Liao Juan," said Hao Chen, the leader of the newly arrived group.