"You are merely a lowly ant in this inferior mainland. You are not fit to speak to me. Get lost. Go and wait quietly for your death and enjoy your last moments." The white-robed old man impatiently waved her away.
However, Ye Qingtang ignored the white-robed old man and looked at little You Yun instead. She said gently, "Little You Yun… be a good girl and come over to me…"
Ye Qingtang's voice gradually reached little You Yun's ears. Little You Yun subconsciously turned to study Ye Qingtang, but she made no other movement. Instead, she continued to stand motionlessly in the same spot.
When Ye Qingtang saw little You Yun's odd expression, a trace of shock surfaced in her eyes.
From Little You Yun's expression, it was clear that someone was controlling her every move…
Clank!
She drew her long sword with a crisp ringing sound. Ye Qingtang flicked her wrist and used her long sword to slash at the white-robed old man.
