The man was startled and tore down the paper soldier, looking at it with even greater confusion.
"How did you come back on your own..."
And why was there only one paper soldier left?
He had thrown out seven paper soldiers at once just a moment ago.
"Because it was me who sent it back. If I hadn't, I'm afraid not even one would have remained," came a voice, light and teasing with a hint of a smile.
As the man was pondering, he suddenly heard the voice in his ears.
He abruptly looked up and saw several people approaching from not too far away.
Seeing them, a sense of foreboding emerged in the man's heart, and he stepped back cautiously while asking, "Who... who are you people?"
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" Jiangli walked over, staring directly at him, "Who are you, and who put you up to targeting Yao Xuanhang who has no quarrel with you?"
Upon hearing this, the man understood.
"You... you're people sent by Yao Xuanhang?!"
