Lingxiao raised his sword to block the arrowhead, which then changed direction and struck the leg of a man carrying the palanquin in front.
The palanquin crashed to the ground with a clang, and as it hit the ground, Lingxiao leapt out and landed, looking up at the black-clad man standing on the rooftop.
The man was wearing a veil, but Lingxiao still recognized him at a glance—it was Yang Zhi!
His dear uncle, who had taught him riding and archery since he was young, whom he respected as if he were his own father.
The man in black looked at Lingxiao and slowly raised his arm, then swung it downward forcefully. Over twenty people appeared on the rooftops on both sides, bows and arrows in hand, aiming at Lingxiao and his companions.
In the end, he had still underestimated the Yang Family's determination to eliminate him.
Lingxiao glanced at Changfeng beside him.
Changfeng released a Ming Di into the sky, its whistling sound carrying far into the distance.