The sky started to pour rain without warning, lightning streaking across the night sky, illuminating the dark land below.
Wei Yushuang appeared somewhat disheveled, her battle armor damaged from the battle, the webbing of her thumbs cracked, her damp single ponytail undone with her long hair clinging to the armor, yet her pair of defiant tiger eyes remained fixed on Su Jie.
Qin Yushang's face was grave; she was aware of Wei Yushuang's capability, yet this mysterious man before them was thoroughly dominating her, evidently an immensely powerful adversary.
"Who are you?"
Qin Yushang's cool voice pierced through the rain, reaching Su Jie's ears.
"The weak are not worthy to know my name."
With a light chuckle, Su Jie twirled the broken sword in his hand, responding nonchalantly.
Qin Yushang's face darkened, utterly arrogant.
