"Some things, if you want to know them, you can investigate them yourself. I have no ties to the Six Jia Sword Sect, and no obligation to tell you anything."
Shen Miaoyin's voice was icy. As she spoke, her sword moved with her words, and her aura surged again.
Taking advantage of Ning Yuanqi's unsettled mind, she pressed him with a flurry of attacks, driving his Sword Light steadily back.
"Brother Qi, she knows far too much about the Six Jia Sword Sect. Anyone else may leave today, but not her!"
Feng Heyu's expression darkened, and she moved to join Ning Yuanqi in battle.
But the moment Demonic Yuan stirred within her, the aura rolling off Xiao Muzi swept toward her again. A sense of danger gripped her, and she dared not act rashly.
"Don't worry! Leave her to your husband!"
Ning Yuanqi's face tightened. He swiftly steadied himself, but when he looked at Shen Miaoyin now, there was still more wariness in his eyes.
Zong Lu of Demon Shadow Palace knew his and He Yu's origins because a descendant of the Six Jia Sword Sect had supplied him with information. He had come prepared.
But where had this woman learned what she knew?
She even knew the Six Jia Sword Sect's past as though counting treasures in her own household!
Thousands of years had passed. What should have been forgotten ought to have been forgotten long ago.
"Hmph! Playing at mystery! Little girl, you wounded my beloved wife He Yu, and you have tested my patience again and again."
"Whatever secrets you hold, today, your life... is mine!"
With a cold snort, Ning Yuanqi forced down the questions churning in his heart.
When he looked at Shen Miaoyin again, killing intent blazed in his eyes.
He drove his Demonic