Actually, Blind Bei had kept his mental detection active ever since they left the palace. Although this consumed significant energy, they were in the capital of an enemy state; was this any time to conserve it?
Events proved that caution was always the right choice.
When assassins' figures emerged on the walls of the residential buildings on either side, Blind Bei reacted instantly. His reaction was so swift it even outpaced the assassins.
"My lord, get up!"
Blind Bei had barely spoken when Zheng Fan felt a force lifting him from beneath. He understood immediately. Using the momentum, he leaped, grabbing the top edge of the carriage and pulling his feet up as well.
The maneuver resembled something from gymnastics on the uneven bars, from a later era.
Blind Bei did likewise, using his mental force to press himself against the carriage's roof.
"What about me?" A Ming asked.
"There's no room left up there, and I can't support three people."
