Even the heavens had borne witness—how could it be false?
At that instant, Yan Hui bit through his lip, blood dripping from his chin onto the snow.
He could not utter a word.
Because if he dared to refute her, he believed that damned woman would produce even more evidence!
More of it... He did not dare think any further.
Those old affairs, those buried secrets—every one of them was like a sharp sword hanging over his head.
Since the Ye Clan's ancestor had arrived, there was no need for him to say more. What happened today was no longer something he could handle alone.
Only Bao Xiaoqin remained utterly unfazed, her gaze burning as she looked toward the tower.
In her eyes, daring to challenge Sunset City's two great families all by herself was a miracle in itself.
How much courage did that take? How great a strength? How unyielding a backbone?
Amid the wind and snow, that figure stood proud and solitary like a pine, as though there was no force between heaven and earth that could make her bow her head.
What Bao Xiaoqin had never expected was that the Succubus had used nothing more than an embroidery needle to make Sunset City's grand general wish he were dead, knocking him unconscious under grievous wounds.
It had merely been an ordinary embroidery needle, yet in her hand, it was more terrifying than any divine weapon.
Once that man woke up, the Succubus would likely remain Shangguan Ye's inescapable inner demon for the rest of his days.
One needle.
A lifetime of nightmares.
"Clang!"
A sword cry rang out like the roar of dragons and tigers, making the snowflakes filling the sky tremble.
The spirit sword on Ye Wudao's back suddenly left its sheath and hovered three feet