The sky was gray, and the fog was like wisps of smoke. The sun was coming up on the eastern side, and dawn was breaking. The orangey-yellow color was spreading through the dark sky. Ye Hai, who was resting, opened his eyes. The expression on his wizened face shifted slightly.
"Is it Leader Lin?" Ye Hai slowly stood up. Without turning around, he knew who had shown up behind him. Lin Chang had a high status in the Ye family. Even Ye Hai had to defer to him as the leader of the Six Flowery Blades.
"It is," Lin Chang replied.
"Are you here… because you have news about our master?" Ye Hai asked. It was the day of the duel, so Ye Hai believed that Ye Cheng should be there already.
"Indeed." Lin Chang smirked. "The news is… Ye Cheng is dead."
"What did you say?" Ye Hai was shocked. He turned around to see a wicked and emotionless face. Lin Chang was not joking. In the first place, it was not funny, and he was not one to joke about such things.
