Nangong Zheng, with his people, raced day and night, following the tracks, and in just a few days, they had ventured a thousand miles away.
Upon receiving the news that Little Shijiu had gone missing, Nangong Zheng immediately thought, "It seems Little Shijiu was shot down by someone."
Ya Luo, who was standing by his side, was shocked, "Young Master, who could have shot down Little Shijiu?"
Everyone knew that a hunting hawk in the sky was the hardest target to hit, especially a trained one, as it would fly higher and be more alert. Normally, such a thing shouldn't have happened.
Nangong Zheng said: "Since Zhou Gu was the one who brought His Majesty out of the Royal Capital, it must have been him. The archery skills of Duke Residence's cavalry are incomparable to ordinary folks."
Ya Luo looked at Nangong Zheng, "Young Master, what should we do now?"
