A young man was standing before Yang Ye. He was a little over 20, wore an embroidered robe, and his long hair was tied up behind his head. Besides that, there was a bright red mark on his forehead. It was the shape of a lotus, and it was gorgeous yet mysterious.

The man was holding a green sword. Its tip looked like the tongue of a snake, and it was pressed against Yang Ye’s forehead.

The man had a cold smile on his face as he gazed at Yang Ye.

He hadn’t noticed that ...