At the epicenter of the blast wave, arrows permeated through the air. The whole scene looked ridiculous.
…
At the gates of the guesthouses in the Eastern Palace.
Ping Yang, Yan Xiu, Nangong Mu and Wen Dabao stared at the brilliance in the distance. They could guess what was happening.
"Young Master Fang seems to be… surrounded?!" Wen Dabao broke out in cold sweat. He did not know what happened in the study, but surely it wasn't something good.
So much activity was taking place.
It had been fifteen minutes since the fire started, and in this period, there were rising infernos and deafening blasts. It was impossible to not shake up Yan Capital.
"It seems that he is surrounded." Nangong Mu spoke, he nodded as he looked at the glowing light from afar.
"What now? Should we save Young Master Fang?" Wen Dabao asked in response.
