The night seemed particularly long.
After Feng Wuya and Tie Xin left the city, they checked into the post station.
The post station was guarded by soldiers, and with their own escort teams, it should have been very safe.
But in the latter half of the night, before dawn, the post station caught fire.
"Put out the fire, quickly, quickly..." The soldiers descended into chaos.
Tie Xin, without even bothering to dress properly, rushed towards the Prince's chambers.
But before he could enter, several figures leaped out from the room and vanished into the small woods behind the post station in an instant.
Each one of them was a master of the highest caliber!
One of them, in white clothes and white hair, was their Prince!
"Guards! Guards, protect the master! Guards!"
The post station was plunged into even greater confusion.
Feng Wuya hadn't expected that on his very first night after leaving the city, he would encounter an attack.
He had been a little careless, thinking that as a carefree Prince within the Northern Underworld Kingdom, not many powerful people would be interested in him.
But those who attacked tonight were all masters!
Masters of the martial world!
Judging by their moves and weapons, they didn't resemble imperial guards, nor were they the trained assassins secretly kept by various royal factions.
With a careless move, Feng Wuya was forced onto a mountainside by these people.
"Kill him! Bring back his head, and you'll be rewarded with five hundred taels of gold!"
Scoffing shouts continued, and another group of people pursued them.
Feng Wuya dodged two attackers from behind with his sword, lightly tapping his feet, about to move away.
Unexpectedly, three more people came at him head-on!
And each of them was a master of the martial world!
For a moment, he found himself struggling to cope.
He wanted to use his internal energy, but then he remembered Ah Li's words, that he should avoid using his energy for three months, otherwise, it would harm his vital essence.
Feng Wuya raised his long sword, not daring to channel energy to meet the attack.
With a clang, the great saber of the man lunging at him struck his long sword.
Sparks flew, and Feng Wuya felt his tiger's mouth jolt, his entire body feeling uncomfortable.
If he didn't use his energy soon, he wouldn't be able to resist!
His wrist tensed in an instant.
But just as he was about to channel energy and draw his sword, there was a sudden bang. The man lunging at him paused mid-air, then with a thud, he fell heavily to the ground.
Spitting blood, he convulsed and trembled before falling still, clearly dead.
A figure darted out from the woods, landing steadily in front of Feng Wuya.
She was still holding something smoking in her hand.
Feng Wuya recognized it; Li'er called it a gun!
"You..." He hadn't expected her to still be here after he had entered the imperial city! "Why didn't you go back?"
Feng Wuya's expression was grim.
Long Xinghe smiled somewhat helplessly, "I was planning to go back."
After personally seeing his convoy enter the imperial city, she had intended to leave.
"But for some reason, I still felt uneasy, perhaps... I was a little reluctant to part, so I stayed outside the city for an extra day."
She hadn't expected to see his convoy emerge from the imperial city again that night by chance.
Could this be considered fate?
Feng Wuya didn't want to discuss these matters with her now; this was not the time for romance.
"Your martial arts are not high, hurry back!" he said.
"But I have a powerful weapon. Let those who aren't afraid of death come and try."
Long Xinghe's words were clearly directed at the approaching figures around them.
She raised the Desert Black Eagle in her hand and smiled disdainfully, "Anyone who wants to end up like him, come and try!"
But Feng Wuya could clearly sense her nervousness.
If he remembered correctly, a long time ago, he had heard her say that she was running out of bullets!