"Mr. Ye!"
At this moment, Hu Yijian was no longer as arrogant as he was before, looking dejected and servile.
No matter if it was the Mr. Ye in front of him, whom even Master Purple Cloud looked up to, or the elder beside him, they were far beyond his ability to compete with. Perhaps just a single word from them could make him die without a burial place.
However.
The punishment he imagined did not come. Instead, Ye Qingchen calmly said:
"Let me see the sword behind your back!"
"Oh, okay!"
Hu Yijian was taken aback and quickly untied the sword behind him, carefully handing it over. The sword was entirely snow-white, exuding a watery aura, as if forged from icy jade.
The word 'Snow' was engraved on the sword's body, merely an Earth Grade Top.
"As expected, this is Qian Qiuxue's sword!" Ye Qingchen slightly frowned.
