"Be careful, little brother!"
Duoji shouted, leaping to push Jiang Qu down. With a sound of "thud," an arrow pierced his arm.
Blood splattered, but Duoji didn't care about his wound and quickly asked, "Jiang Qu, are you alright?"
"No, no problem," Jiang Qu answered, still in shock as he raised his head.
Jiang Qu supported his body with the only arm he had left and caught sight of the flashes of silver light, his eyes widened as he asked gloomily, "Duoji, is this what you meant when you said Gu Lan would spare us?"
"I, too, have no idea why this is happening!"
Duoji's eyes narrowed as he pressed on his wound and lifted the curtain again, only to find that the carriage transporting them to the Heavenly Prison had somehow reached a desolate suburb.
At this moment, the carriage stopped.
In an instant, the Yan Country officials raised their bows and aimed them at them.
"Release the arrows!" A familiar voice commanded.
