As they were talking, a gunshot rang out, followed by several panicked cries.
"Jun Moyan," said Shangguan Yu.
"Third Master," Qing Yi called out.
"Moyan," Shangguan Qingmu joined in.
"Be careful," a soldier exclaimed.
Wen Xiao'ai had just sensed the killing intent when, before she could react, there was a sudden tightness around her waist.
Jun Moyan was hugging her waist and quickly pulled her to his side to dodge the bullet.
The bullet whizzed past, grazing Jun Moyan's arm with a ripping force.
The cloth on Jun Moyan's arm was torn open, and a bloodstain was stark against the white shirt.
The gunman, ready to fire a second shot, had his gun snatched away by a nearby soldier.
"Jun Moyan."
Not yet aware of what had happened, Wen Xiao'ai saw the fresh bloodstain on Jun Moyan's arm and was immediately frantic.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"It's nothing," Jun Moyan glanced at his grazed arm, unconcerned.
