Lady Wan aimed her arrows at the Heir of Marquis of Zhennan from the town wall, but the Heir was already wary of her moves, making ambushing him a daunting task now.
Lady Wan switched to a fire attack, wrapping the arrowheads in oil cloth and setting them ablaze, the flaming rain of arrows landing on the poisonous scorpions scattered on the ground.
Yet, the rate of killing the scorpions was far slower than their climb upward...
The Little Princess, observing all this through the Thousand-Mile Eye, felt a tightness in her chest: "What kind of evil arts did the Heir of Marquis of Zhennan learn from foreign states! Can Bai Yu still win?"
Xiao Yao borrowed the Thousand-Mile Eye to watch, his frown deepening, "Young master's inner strength is profound because the ancestors of the Bai Family, before passing away, would transfer all their inner strength to the direct descendants. Yet, even with a hundred years of inner strength, it cannot sustain such expenditure..."
