A wisp of disdain arose on the corners of Yang Ye’s mouth. Is this her act of desperation?

Yang Ye paid no attention to Mo Qingyu. He clenched his palm and took the ancient sheath in his hand. It felt cold to the touch. When he looked carefully at it, he noticed that a few black marks that seemed like bolts of lightning were inscribed on the ancient sheath. Besides that, there was nothing special about the ancient sheath!

Mo Qingyu’s expression grew even more ferocious when ...