But the sight before Bone Wolf made him wonder if he had slept so well last night that his eyes were playing tricks on him. The Rune Patterns once carved into the ground were floating in midair. As if disturbed by the force of Ye Chuqi's blows, they rose from the earth and seemed ready to burst free. Yet something beneath the ground held them fast. They flashed for an instant, then vanished without a trace.
Those intricate Rune Patterns had already left an indelible mark on their eyes.
Beneath the ground Ye Chuqi had smashed lay traces of an even deeper Formation. Every punch she threw sent a string of Rune Patterns leaping into the air. Even her fists seemed to move to a strange rhythm.
The sight defied explanation. Red Beard glanced at Ye Qinglan. He still stood straight as a pine, as though he had never doubted what he was seeing. Whatever Ye Chuqi did, he seemed able to take it in stride.
Red Beard knew he could never match that composure. Was the bond of blood really so powerful? Thinking of the people he knew, he realized that not everyone had such a bond, and not everyone could understand it.
When the golden Fighting Spirit around Ye Chuqi's fists faded, Ye Qinglan finally moved.
Caught up in her pounding, Ye Chuqi had not noticed that her Fighting Spirit was nearly spent. Even if it ran out, she would not have cared. She could keep smashing with her bare fists. Just then, she sensed someone approaching from behind. The presence was familiar, so she was about to ignore it when the back of her collar suddenly tightened. Ye Qinglan lifted her off the ground.
Ye Chuqi: "..." She had never expected Ye Qinglan to handle her like