Wen Shu and his entourage were like birds startled by the mere twang of a bow, to begin with. They felt fortunate enough to have survived the battle of Jing Province. They were all injured to varying degrees. Therefore, the sudden voice startled and frightened them.
"Who's there?"
"General Wen Shu, look out!"
A green-robed swordsman with a longsword in his hands perched on a branch of a huge tree. He looked down on everyone with a lofty bearing. He said with a smile on his face, "My apologies, but you must remain here."
"You are…" One of them found this swordsman's appearance extremely similar to a certain legendary individual.
"He's… Yu Shangrong! The Sword Devil, Yu Shangrong!" someone cried out.
