Yang Ye was quite stunned.

He was certain that he didn’t know her at all.

Yang Ye sized up the woman and asked, “I owe you something?”

She looked him in the eyes, “You took something that doesn’t belong to you.”

Yang Ye frowned, “Can you make it a little clearer?”

“The wooden sword!” She gazed at Yang Ye, “That wooden sword doesn’t belong to you!”

The wooden sword! Yang Ye’s eyes narrowed slightly. He hadn’t expected her to actually be here for the wooden sword. ...