Li Shu was momentarily lost in thought when he saw Li Mingyi fall before him.
He raised his head, squinting, and looked at the youth in the distance whose arrow pierced through the throat.
Li Mingyi was dead, and the overall situation was settled.
There were still battles around, but it became quiet around that young man.
He loosely held the reins, urging the steed to walk towards him unhurriedly, and the green jade mask on his face reflected a cold light.
Perhaps owing to the fact that he was on horseback, there was unprovoked a disdainful posture.
"Your Highness, Prince Jin." The young man dismounted, clasped his fists, and saluted.
His tone was calm and indifferent, neither arrogant nor humble.
"Qin Xiao?" Li Shu frowned.
"I am here."
"Not bad archery," Li Shu said.
"Your Highness flatters me." The young man lowered his eyes, his face unflinching.
Li Shu gave him a deep look, and coldly said, "Clean this place up." With that, he walked towards his mount.
