Shan Yi wanted to protest, saying that her pitiful strength wouldn't be able to wound him in the slightest bit. However, his words stuck in his throat, and he was unable to say anything else. All he could do was to stare at her with dumfounded expression with his sword not far from him.
"Not satisfied, Bandit Leader Shan Yi?"
"That's…" Shan Yi wanted to speak, but he found her gaze to be quite disturbing. The cold and calm gaze seemed like she had long gotten used with killing. It was both scary and frightening.
What caused a young girl to look like she was so used with spilling blood?
"It's a long battle."
"You can keep your sword now," Yang Xian said from the side.
Wei Liuying nodded and lowered her weapon. She knew that her face and back were drenched in sweat by now while her hand started to feel numb. Parrying the attack of a big man like Shan Yi was not easy for a young girl at her stature.
