"Shoo!"
A piercing, ethereal sound echoed through the sky, startling a flock of birds and beasts.
"Shoo!"
"Shoo!"
"Shoo!"
Soon, one after another, these sharp, ethereal sounds rose up not far away.
This was the sound produced by the special whistle arrows of Loulan after firing, sharp and lingering.
"Your Majesty, our whistle arrow sounded in the northwest direction," the Moon Slave reported to Yue Yuxi.
No sooner did she finish speaking than a red figure shot out from the carriage, landing on a treetop, lightly tapped, and gracefully leaped, leaving behind afterimages as it sped toward the distance.
"Your Majesty..."
The personal guards on the snow below, seeing this, hurriedly chased after in shock and panic.
...
A quarter-hour earlier, due to her cultivation not yet recovered, Zhao Qianyi couldn't sense anyone approaching. Seeing Chen Mo covering his mouth and nose, struggling to breathe, she immediately started to struggle, making muffled sounds.
