Yuyao let out a cold snort, her body flickering in mid-air, leaving behind a series of afterimages. She unleashed streaks of sword light that illuminated the area as if it were broad daylight.
"That's enough! If you want me to take responsibility, that’s not entirely out of the question, but stop right now so we can talk properly!"
Moyang shouted as he dodged. Despite his best efforts to evade, his robes were already shredded, and his skin was cut in several places by the sword qi. Though the minor wounds were already beginning to heal, his tattered clothes were stained with blood.
Chapter 66