Bai Lin became even more silent, and after a long sigh said, "Xiao Yu, the Bai Family now is no longer what it used to be. They're all using Ye Huang and Bai Xiao. I think we better not get involved."
"Hmm." Bai Lan, unwilling to relent, tightly gripped her skirt, wrinkling the fine silk fabric.
...
In the yard, Ye Huang and Bai Youyuan were still sparring.
As Bai Lin had said, Bai Youyuan couldn't hold up against Ye Huang for thirty moves before he was defeated.
Although Ye Huang held back and stopped after thirty moves, Bai Youyuan was still bruised in many places.
His arm was numbed from the shock, still not able to move freely now, and his leg—he suspected that his leg bone might be broken! One eye was bruised, the corner of his mouth was swollen, and a bloodstain like a little red snake trailed along his lip.
"You, you're indeed strong," Bai Youyuan wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, panting heavily.
