The beautiful woman gazed at Yang Ye for a long time and said, “Forgive me, I…”

Suddenly, Yang Ye vanished on the spot.

A speck of cold light appeared before her eyes.

It was a ray of sword energy!

It was the last thing she ever saw.

Yang Ye was behind her. He sheathed his sword slowly and left.

A strand of blood suddenly seeped out from her throat, and it gradually started flowing.

Yang Ye had decided to just let the matter rest. After all, ...