The arrow was too fast for even a top-notch martial artist like Wuyang to dodge.
He grunted in pain as an arrow hit his right shoulder and ordered the man in black on the ground, "Retreat!"
Once they had left, the village returned to tranquil.
The old lady noticed the blood on the back of Gu Jiao's hand and exclaimed, "Jiaojiao, you're injured!"
Gu Jiao responded nonchalantly, "It's nothing, just a minor scrape."
The old lady grumbled in annoyance, "Now that our family is doing well, we have become the target of thieves!"
Thieves?
The petty thieves who had visited us before didn't have such skills or equipment.
Looking out into the vast night, Gu Jiao felt that the group was not after the silver. They had headed straight for the small east room, where his aunt lived.
Wuyang, injured, returned to the villa and went to see Prince An in the study without taking the time to have his wounds treated first.
Prince An looked at him, puzzled, "What happened?"