"So, when will you put me down?"
"You're wounded, so you should just stay here."
"I believe that it's only a scrape."
Yang Xian glanced to the young girl in his arm and shook his head lightly. "I don't have that great confidence in my ability. If there has been a mistake, you won't be here right now, Liuying."
Wei Liuying didn't answer. She looked at her right arm and the area between her chest and her arm. Her robe was torn and her skin was scraped. If he had missed the shoot just now, it would mean that she might not be able to survive. Worse yet, she might still alive but be a cripple.
"It's the plan."
"You realize it?"
"The smoke signal is clear enough even though the sky is darkening," Wei Liuying replied. It was the signal for them to use the river as a method to eliminate their enemies. Considering how the Xiong Tribe was using heavy cavalries, the plan was a succeed in killing most of the troops.
"Yeah."
