She still concealed her presence and slowly inched closer to the waterfall. Right when she stood on the rock, her mind screamed the word danger.
A blade suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, flying to her direction at inconceivable speed.
Swish!
Tilting her head to the side, Ye Jiao narrowly avoided the blade. Her eyes turned sharp as she jumped inside. The moment she touched the ground, she twisted her body as several other blades were flying to her direction.
In front of her, Ye Jiao could see the young man glaring at her. His breathing has turned uneven as the cloth covering his face has fallen to the ground. Beads of sweat filled his youthful face.
"You-!"
"So you're really wounded," Ye Jiao remarked when she saw the wound on the man's stomach. It was unclear from the distance, but now that she was standing close to him, she could see that there was blood stain on his stomach.
The young man's brow furrowed. "What do you want?"
