Hou San's broken gong of a voice let out a piercing scream that soared into the sky.
Ling Yan's gaze sharpened as he looked towards the courtyard gate of the small yard.
Through the fence made of tied branches, the horse whinnied restlessly, its hooves clicking as it paced back and forth.
Finally, its unease reached its peak. The horse let out a mournful cry and forcefully snapped the branch that held its reins, bolting towards the village entrance.
"Not good!"
Mu Yuan exclaimed and quickly rushed towards the horse.
Ling Yan shielded Hou San behind him, his eyes fixed on the suddenly enlarged Yuwen Xingyue, ensuring he posed no threat.
"Brother Ling, you two quickly hide inside the house. Leave this to me."
After speaking, Yuwen Xingyue took the jade flute from his waist and gently began to play.
The soothing and soft melody seemed to slow down even the wind.
At this moment, Ling Yan also lowered his guard against him.
