Zhong Lin couldn't be bothered with these so-called royal affairs, but since it was a task assigned by the Sect Master, he had the obligation to protect Jiang Yuan.
He reached into the Arrow Quiver and took out three arrows, nocking the bow and drawing the arrows.
The night did not affect Zhong Lin's vision. In the next moment, three arrows shot in a triangular formation into the center of the group of black-clad men, like meteors chasing the moon.
This person was the leader.
Facing the suddenly incoming arrows, the expression of the black-clad man changed drastically.
He quickly waved the long blade in his hand to block; the first arrow was blocked, the second arrow was blocked by a subordinate beside him, but the third arrow hit him right in the shoulder.
Zhong Lin felt a slight pity; the last arrow was aimed straight at his heart, but unexpectedly, it was dodged.
