Zhou Zhiruo, Have You Heard of Supreme Yoga?

Clang!

The sword was a heartbeat away from piercing Zhang Wuji's chest.

Every Ming Cult member's heart leaped into their throat.

Then came a crisp metallic ring.

The blade shattered.

A figure in a black robe appeared first.

Then the martial artists saw a face even more handsome than Zhang Wuji's.

Behind him came the Demon Cult's striking disciples.

"This sword isn't very well made."

The blade had snapped against Ye Zhuo's skin.

While Zhou Zhiruo stared in shock, Miejue Shitai rushed forward from behind her, trying to pull her away.

"He's the master of the Demon Cult! Don't fight him!"

Miejue Shitai could never forget that face.

Years ago, on Wudang Mountain,

the Wudang Sect had been attacked under the pretext of a birthday celebration. She had only just founded the Mount Heng Sect with several others. They were no more significant than the Giant Whale Gang and had gone along merely to see the wider world.

Then that figure had appeared, subdued everyone, and seized even the Heavenly Sword guarded by the Kongtong Sect.

She could only tremble in a corner, swearing to grow stronger until she could one day catch up to Ye Zhuo.

Now Miejue Shitai was past forty, and both her swordsmanship and inner strength had deepened.

Yet before Ye Zhuo, she felt insignificant.

"You're here now. Make yourself comfortable."

Ye Zhuo gently laid a hand on Zhou Zhiruo's shoulder.

Before Miejue Shitai could pull her away, Zhou Zhiruo froze in place, unable to move.

The silence was so complete that she could hear herself breathing.

Miejue Shitai circulated her inner strength and sent true qi toward Zhou Zhiruo's shoulder, intending to test Ye Zhuo's hold on her.

"Ah!"

One moment Miejue burned, the next she froze.

It seemed she would not be able to