But the soldier who was weaving wreaths on the tower stood up and shouted downwards, seemingly responding to his companions below.
Thus,
the peaceful and harmonious atmosphere ended,
just as one can choose to indulge in tranquility for a short time but eventually needs to face reality by raising their head.
A hidden crossbow aimed at the soldier holding the wreath. At the same moment, Xue Three dashed forward, plunging a dagger into the neck of the soldier staring blankly into the distance.
The two died quickly and cleanly.
Xue Three sat down silently,
and now, there were still three people.
But the feeling seemed different.
Xue Three stood up and repositioned the soldier who had been gazing into the distance back into his previous stance, even using precious silk thread to fix him in place.
The other one was positioned sitting cross-legged, with the half-woven wreath placed on his lap.
After doing all this,
Xue Three leaned against the railing,
slowly closing his eyes,
