Yang Ye glanced at Su Qingshi who laid within his arms and grinned, and then condensed wings from his profound energy and flashed over to the Sword Sect’s Founding Ancestor who was in midair.

He didn’t care about the fate of the Sword Sect’s disciples nor did he care about the fate of the Sword Sect. He only cared about Su Qingshi. It felt like needles were piercing is heart as he watched Su Qingshi in such a weak, struggling, and painful state, and it was exactly that scene ...