"Where do you think you're going!"
The garrison general's face turned ashen, leading his men in pursuit.
Unfortunately, the garrison soldiers didn't have the skills to scale the walls easily and had to go around two barriers.
As for the dozen or so Qingyang Palace swordsmen, they all leaped into the air, their Daoist robes fluttering as they reversed their grips on their swords and jumped over the wall in pursuit.
Only the middle-aged swordsman at the lead remained standing at his spot.
"Senior brother, this is probably a misunderstanding."
Yun Lingzi finally couldn't hold back and walked out from the side room.
The middle-aged swordsman glanced dismissively and said in a cold voice, "A wanted order from the Shu Prince Mansion, what misunderstanding could there be?"
"This..."
Yun Lingzi looked uncomfortable, uncertain of how to respond.
