Clearly, in the exchange just now, the two could be said to be evenly matched.
Ye Qinghong drew her sword again, and Situ Danyue's lips tightened.
As for his third junior sister attacking him, Ye Qinghong didn't feel too saddened in his heart; instead, he felt a sense of relief.
She didn't like using favors to coerce others, especially her junior sisters.
Want to snatch the master away? Bring it on then.
She, had never feared anyone's challenge.
And so, amidst the autumn rain, within the Flying Craft, the two clashed with the flash of knives and the shadow of swords, neither willing to take a single step back.
Qiu Yuan Dai originally watched this scene with schadenfreude, eager to see the disciples of the Demon Head slaughtering each other; but soon, her gaze turned solemn, flicking between the two disciples of the Demon Head and Fang Yang.
A feeling of surprise welled up inside her involuntarily.
