The nascent sword spirit could not communicate. Meanwhile, Dragon Bird was almost in tears. “You fool, you said yourself that each of those arrows is irreplaceable, yet you’re still shooting them around so wastefully! You didn’t even bother retrieving the one you used to save Wan Dongliu earlier, and now you’re shooting another at random! What a spendthrift! Utterly wasteful!”0

Feeling rather heroic a moment ago, Zhao Changhe nearly fell off his horse in disbelief.0

Who even are you to lecture me like you’re running my household?0

That said, the rebuke from Dragon Bird made him reflect. He did feel a pang of regret. Those arrows, carved from Dragon Soul Wood, numbered only two or three dozen—hardly enough to squander carelessly. He could only hope to retrieve the two that had fallen near the city once the battle was over.0

But that was reliant on them winning... With him being chased away like this, he could not even participate in the battle over there. The outcome would now rest entirely on Cui Yuanyong and Wan Dongliu’s shoulders.0

Surely they won’t lose, right?0

In the current chaotic world, there were few worthy allies,...0