Zheng Xiu scratched his head and chuckled. "Looks like we're on the same page."
"We are husband and wife, after all."
"I understand now." Zheng Xiu's expression was calm and full of relief. "A true man has things he must do, and things he must not."
He slung the long saber over his back, the Luohe Brush hung from his left hip, and a heavy bag of Blood Sand hung from his right.
"And I," Xie Luohe said, slinging the Longbow over her back once more. She undid her matronly bun, tying her hair back into a long ponytail, looking as valiant and heroic as the day they first met. She smiled. "will do what Xie Luohe does. That is all."
...
WHOOOOOOO—
The dead of night.
It was a dark and windy night.
WHOOSH—
Amidst the howling wind, the piercing blast of a war horn echoed from outside the town.
THUMP-THUMP-THUMP—
