Be it when Fang Xing had fallen from the sky, when the ghost thralls had appeared, or when Chu Zhaoyang was killed with a single strike, Ye Gu’yin showed no intention of intervening. She kept a composed expression and deliberately stayed out of it, even to the point she took a few steps back when Chu Zhaoyang’s head flew in her direction so her dress wouldn’t be tainted with blood. It was only now that she slowly opened her mouth to ask Ying Qiaoqiao who that was.
"Shijie Ye, he… he is Fang Xing…." Ying Qiaoqiao was crying so hard she could barely finish her sentence. Her body shivered and she softly fell to the ground.
"He’s Fang Xing?" Ye Gu’yin was slightly startled by this, and her eyebrows began to crease with seriousness. With a point of her finger, her silver spindle took off into the air. Not even she had thought this slippery little brat who dared to kill even while surrounded would turn out to be someone she wanted to kill!
