"Han... Han Ling!!!"
"You're actually not dead!"
Seeing Han Ling was like seeing a ghost; Qiu Bai’s face turned deathly pale in an instant. Having worked with Han Ling for many years, he knew the man’s archery skills all too well. To say he hit his mark every time would be an understatement; hitting ninety out of a hundred was his true level of mastery. Qiu Bai scrambled to cover his head, darting around in search of cover, terrified of being struck by one of Han Ling’s arrows.
Han Ling laughed heartily, signaling the Provincial Army to charge.
Chapter 169