After he left Su Qingshi with reluctance, Yang Ye arrived at the Imperial Capital. At this moment, Yang Ye was wearing a bright red robe and holding a hand in his hand. He was dressed just like a member of a wealthy family. Ye Yun was by his side. At this moment, Ye Yun had shed his black cloak and wore a luxurious robe instead, and it made him seem rather graceful and handsome.

“Sword Master….” Ye Yun had just spoken when Yang Ye swung the fan and knocked him on the head with ...