The moonlight was strong at this time, and a regiment of cavalry charged into the camp like a sword, their bright armor and fierce horses showcasing their elite status.
The leader of the cavalry was a woman, clad in silver armor, majestic and haughty. With her face obscured by a mask, no one could discern her features, but the eyes that were revealed were as cold as ice, bright as the stars.
At the moment of her arrival, nearly all gazes in the camp were fixed on her.
Even though her face was hidden, the chilling, star-like beauty of her eyes, and her chest, towering like a mountain, had everyone utterly enchanted.
She must be Yan Nai'er.
"That must be Miss Yan Shuang," a young samurai archer said tremblingly, captivated by her beauty.
Suo Lun was taken aback, firstly because she hadn't even shown her face, revealing only her eyes, and yet it was enough to mesmerize him so. Secondly, why call her Yan Shuang instead of Yan Nai'er? Had she changed her name after a heartbreak?
