"Hurry up!" the person inside the house bellowed.
Ran Yan observed the thatched cottage carefully by the moonlight. All around, there seemed to be grass curtains instead of walls, no doors or windows. If all the curtains around were rolled up, this place would originally look like a pavilion.
With such a structure, there should still be many chances to escape if one went inside, right?
Ran Yan stepped onto a stone platform with one foot, the dagger already reversed in her hand. Suddenly, she noticed a slight movement in the grass curtain to her right. Her gaze shifted slightly, and she saw an arrowhead stretch out from inside.
Ran Yan was startled and reflexively laid flat on the ground. In the blink of an eye, the arrow whizzed out, grazing an inch above her back. She could even feel the cool breeze brought by the feather arrow.
