Under the dire circumstances, all Yan Wanqing heard was the swift sound of wind, followed by a fierce push that sent her rolling on the ground, from which she quickly got up.
She turned back to see Piji, clad in black, fending off the broadswords of three attackers with just his own strength.
And his longsword, which he never parted with, was now beginning to show signs of fracturing.
"Master, go!" Piji yelled at Yan Wanqing.
How could she possibly leave!
Piji had grown up with her since they were children. At such a critical juncture of life and death, how could Yan Wanqing be so cowardly as to fear for her own life?!
Without a second word, she stepped forward to join Piji, engaging in a fierce fight with the three men, and quickly slew them beneath the wall!
"Where's Hong Wu?" Yan Wanqing asked as she picked up a longsword from the ground amidst the pouring rain and weighed it in her hands.
