Yizhou City
It was a real chase.
People kept falling off their horses, and Tong Li gritted his teeth to hold back the tears in his eyes as he galloped furiously. Arrows whizzed past, and Jun Xu ran in front of him, his black robes flying in the night air like an eagle.
At the break of dawn, there was no one left except Tong Li and Jun Xu. The two of them were surrounded by soldiers at bay outside Yizhou City. The location was less than three li from the ambush site of Jing Sa, the main general of Yizhou City, as reported by scouts in advance.
Tong Li’s face was pale, and his phoenix eyes were filled with genuine hatred, shining brightly before dawn. He was dressed in black armour, which contrasted with his bright sword, looking a little desolate and a little tragic.
Jun Xu, on the other hand, faced the first rays of morning sunlight with his long hair fluttering in the wind, his long dragon eyes slightly narrowed as he gazed into the distance, his expression ethereal, ignoring the soldiers in front of him with real swords and real guns.
In the distance, a man, dressed in white on a white horse, with a long bow on his back and a green sword in his hand, drives the horse slowly with the reins.
‘Your Highness’
Jun Xu slowly withdrew his gaze from the horizon and looked at Tong Luo.
‘Marshal’
‘Where are Your Highness and my brother going?’
Jun Xu spoke indifferently
“To a place… where we can be in love.’