f arrows began, dozens of Qin soldiers emerged from the snowdrifts atop the nearby hills. In their hands, they carried large cauldrons filled with boiling tung oil.At the command, tung oil poured down...Chapter 388: The Crown Prince of Wenwanga part of the tribe away from here.So what Guzailov said about it being so fast meant that they were saying goodbye to each other.Su Pingbei glanced at the side, knowingly left to give them some space...