Mo Zhaozhao was frightened out of her wits, and strands of hair on her shoulder were singed by the passing fire, emitting a pungent smell.
"Ah..."
A moment later, she screamed and dashed out recklessly.
The burning carriage curtain was cut off by a sword, and a dark figure leaped onto the carriage, reaching out to protect her behind him.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Princess, it's alright now."
"Watch out!"
A dozen flaming arrows shot towards them with unstoppable force. The young man's three-foot green blade seemed alive as he flicked his wrist, creating a beautiful sword movement that split all the arrows in half, dropping them to the ground.
The young man faced peril as if it were safe ground, leaning alone on his sword in the clear autumn.
He stood before her like a guardian deity, firmly defending her.
