The gaze beneath her face mask swept coldly around, and Wei Lan's expression changed slightly: "Your Highness, Luo Ning clearly stationed three thousand men here, and just sent you a message, why hasn't he come out to meet you?"
"You all leave first."
With an expressionless face, Xing Lan grasped the hilt of the Qin King Sword, bestowed by her father when she was conferred the title.
"But..."
Just as Wei Lan was about to speak, a 'stone' suddenly flew from halfway up the ridge, and she instinctively cried out: "Your Highness, be careful!"
"Don't panic!"
Xing Lan shouted coldly, watching the 'stone' roll to the ground.
Luo Ning's glaring head.
Rustle--
Amidst the rain, countless leaves suddenly rose, not falling to the ground through the heavy rain, but drifting like boats on the waves.
Though it was just after the spring equinox, how could there be green leaves in Dragon Valley Ridge at this time?
