After Yang Ye leaped off the shuttle, a wisp of resolve flashed through Yun Banqing’s eyes, and then she closed her eyes slowly as her grip on the dagger grew tighter.

The black robed old man gazed at her and said, “Let the young master go!”

“Let him go?” A ferocious expression appeared on her face as she opened her eyes and looked at the old man, “What’s the point of letting such an animal live?”

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly pressed down ...