C94 First He Left

Leaning against the wall, Zhang Ning felt the fatigue from the recent struggle sap his strength. It took him a while to steady himself before he could shakily stand and glance down at Yao Peiqing's body on the ground.

Her disheveled hair obscured her distorted face. Two crossbow bolts protruded from her head, embedded deep in her skull, yet they hadn't gone all the way through. As a result