He should not have met that carefree young ranger back then.
Chen Chengbi remembered clearly.
That day ten years ago, with the palace engulfed in a massive fire, she personally opened the grand doors of the palace.
Carrying a sword, she led the little girl from the Murong Family through thirteen city gates with the child, sent them on their horses, and stayed back herself. Turning around, she grasped a sword, wounded, with arrows falling and piercing through her arm.
That day, the Princess of the Empire faced the Night Rider Cavalry with her weapon.
The frosty Sword Qi in her hand swept away many arrows, the shots from two thousand archers failed to break her defense, and ultimately, the Princess could no longer grip her sword, her body drenched in blood, surrounded by broken arrows like a dense forest, she stood there quietly, still as calm as Qingyan.
She did not kill the Night Rider Cavalry who were merely following orders.