The sudden turn of events caught Ye Yu off guard.
The scene before him was so familiar. In his previous life, Ye Qingling had stood before him like this as well, except she had not faced him with her back, but with the cold gleam of the longsword in her hand.
Jing Shuang came back to her senses at that moment. Her expression darkened as she hurriedly struck out, blocking Ji Wuming's spiritual power.
"Old scoundrel, you've gone too far! You dare attack a disciple of my Nine Spirits Sword Sect right in front of me!"
At that moment, Ye Qingling also hurried to Ye Yu's side and asked, "Brother Wangchen, are you all right?"
Ye Yu frowned at Ye Qingling, his eyes filled with confusion.
Ye Qingling was stunned as well. Thinking back on it now, a wave of lingering fear rose in her heart. Just now, it had felt as though her body had been beyond her control.
She stared blankly at Ye Yu. Recalling how Xu Wangchen had pushed and urged her along these past days, she knew full well that Xu Wangchen had his own motives, yet she had seen the shadow of the old Ye Yu in him.
Back then, Ye Yu had treated her this way too—strict, yet far warmer than Xu Wangchen.
At that thought, Ye Qingling hurriedly shook her head, a bitter smile appearing at the corners of her lips. Was she actually missing Ye Yu?
Ye Yu had no interest in Ye Qingling's inner drama. Instead, he looked toward Ji Wuming and Jing Shuang, who stood facing off in midair.
"Listen to yourself. The culprit has already shown himself—how could this old man pretend not to see? As for the Glazed Sword, Xu Wangchen must give me an explanation no matter