Waves appeared on the lake from the night breeze, creating ripples that disappeared into the distance. Further and further they went, fading into the mystery of the night. Ling Yichen watched the ripples, feeling a strange sadness.
"Who goes there?" Ling Yichen suddenly felt a sense of apprehension, and grabbed the sword hanging by his waist.
A figure slowly walked out from the darkness.
"It's you!" Ling Yichen looked at the young man before him. It was the young master of the Heavenly Star Sect that he had met earlier—Ye Qingyun. However, besides his usual arrogance, there was a strong murderous intent emanating from him this time.
"Where is Ling Chuxi?" Ye Qingyun looked at Ling Yichen condescendingly and asked.
"Why are you looking for her?" Ling Yichen's eyes narrowed. His fingers moved slightly and his sword left its sheath by half an inch, giving off a cold gleam that was like the surface of water.
