But seeing Zheng Xiu's troubled expression, it seemed there was more to the story. It wasn't that simple.
"Tonight is not the time for deep conversations."
Fan Yao seemed quite regretful and had long since abandoned any intention of fighting. He turned elegantly and walked toward the forest.
Just then, in the distance, not long after the signal flare was fired, battle cries shook the heavens. The urgent thundering of hooves charged up the mountain like an army of thousands. A dense volley of flaming arrows rained down, blanketing Hidden Sword Manor.
Soon after, Hidden Sword Manor was engulfed in a sea of fire. The towering flames silhouetted Fan Yao's back, making him seem somewhat desolate.
"It's on fire!"
Zheng Xiu's pupils contracted as he watched Hidden Sword Manor fall into the sea of flames. Looking again at Fan Yao's departing figure, he vaguely understood the reason behind it all. As expected, this man was no benevolent soul.
