Gan Jiang and Mo Ye, Three Kings' Tomb (Double-Length Chapter)

Inside the Martial Arts Room, the air felt heavy enough to congeal.

Only the soft tap of the Eight-Cutting Knives against Ye Qingyao's palm broke the silence, again and again, like drumbeats striking the heart.

"My biological father."

The words left Ye Qingyao's mouth without a trace of warmth. They sounded like shards of glass wrapped in ice being ground between her teeth, carrying a chill and a bloodiness that made one's teeth ache.

"Senior Sister Ye, is my master really that good-tempered?" Qin Zhong asked with heartfelt amazement. "You can't bully an honest man like that."

Honestly, with a mouth as unguarded as Qin Zhong's, who else would get beaten if he didn't?

Half an incense stick later, Ye Qingyao dusted off her hands and said, "By blood, Ye Wanqing is my aunt, and Hong Tianbao is... my uncle by marriage."

Her voice was faint, betraying no emotion. "But now, I call them Mother and Father."

"I guessed as much." Li Xiang nodded.

Ever since Lu Changsheng had exposed Ye Wanshan and Yagyu Kanjō as the same person in the Arena, Li Xiang had had a rough idea.

Beside him, Qin Zhong, fresh from a full-body "massage," bared his teeth. Hearing Li Xiang's reply, he shot him a look. Brother, you'd better have actually guessed it, not just be saying so after the fact.

"Hmm?" Seeing him still baring his teeth, Ye Qingyao narrowed her cool eyes slightly. Danger flashed in them.

"Don't mind me, Senior Sister Ye. Please go on." Qin Zhong's instinct for survival was strong; he immediately raised both hands in surrender.

Ye Qingyao withdrew her gaze and walked to the window, her thoughts seeming to drift far into the past.

"You've both heard of Gan Jiang and Mo Ye, haven't you?"

Instead of speaking directly