Wu Zhe Yan ran a thumb across the small cut on the surface of his face and then licked the tiny drop of blood.
Even as he stood in the middle of the battlefield, her attack was the one that had made him feel the hairs on his arms standing in excitement.
Those eagle-like eyes seemed to have turned a few shades redder as his lips curled up ever so hair-risingly. The two people stared at each other for a moment too long as sparks flew silently between them.
Only when the next wave of enemy cavalry began to break through the North’s first defence did he pull his gaze away to focus on delivering death to people who deserved it more.
Well, he has always loved saving the icing of a pastry for last.
The archers of the North who had witnessed the quick exchange between their
