At this moment, Ye Qiao also became serious.
A dagger materialized in her hand as she parried and countered the man in front of her.
Seeing that Ye Qiao had superpowers, Gaiyin's pupils shrank slightly and his movements became increasingly fierce; every raise and swing of his arm stirred up a whirlwind.
The two fought fiercely without a clear winner for quite a while.
In the end, Ye Qiao began to falter from exhaustion and unwittingly showed a flaw which Gaiyin quickly exploited, tying her up with golden ropes.
The sharp dagger was pointed at Ye Qiao's throat, the touch instantly grazed the skin, letting a trickle of blood seep out.
"Who are you?"
"If you're not Old Wen, then who are you?"
The two questions rang out simultaneously, leaving both parties taken aback.
Gaiyin narrowed his eyes and pressed the dagger harder, causing more blood to trickle onto the ground.
"You first, who are you and why are you here?"
Ye Qiao remained silent, scrutinizing Gaiyin's face closely.
