The gray robed middle aged man stared at Yang Ye. What could he say right now?

Nothing!

Because there was a sword against his forehead!

Meanwhile, Yang Ye looked up at the sky, “There was no enmity between me and the Night Assassins, and I don’t want any enmity to exist as well. Now, I’ll just ask you once. Can we let bygones be bygones?”

A moment of silence ensued, and then a voice came from high above, “No!”

Hiss!

At the same moment, Yang ...