Ai Hui sat up from the rattan chair. He could sense someone was nearby.
A faint, seductive voice suddenly rang acrossed his ears, "You’re truly worthy of being my chosen one. The last time I left in a rush, but today we shall have a good, intimate time together."
"Long time no see," Ai Hui grinned, appearing rather fearless.
A lightning-fast silvery sword gleam erupted without any warning.
"I’ve been expecting you to do this. I know how ruthless you are. If you can even kill your own master, why wouldn’t you kill me now?" Like a ghost, She Yu was maneuvering and dodging Ai Hui’s sword gleam with ease.
