CLIP-CLOP-CLIP-CLOP...
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves echoed in the courtyard.
Yin Huan struggled to raise her head and saw the person seated on a tall horse.
The man was dressed all in black. He was tall, with handsome features and a cold, indifferent air.
Compared to him, the man she had killed earlier seemed like a mere lackey.
He rode his horse, slowly approaching Yin Huan. "You're one of Zhou Junlin's people?"
'He actually knows this is one of Zhou Junlin's hidden outposts!'
Yin Huan raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, then propped herself up on her arms. She raised an eyebrow and her lips curled into a provocative smile. "Heh, why don't you guess?"
The man's eyebrows twitched. With a soft "Courting death," he suddenly yanked the reins tight. The horse neighed and reared, its front hooves about to stomp down on Yin Huan's chest—
