Shi Yao's eyes were brimming with fury. She remembered the old Taoist grandfather at the temple telling her that items meant for sincere prayer, like the lucky bag, were extremely difficult to replicate once damaged.
And now, the only thing she had managed to prepare for her brother had been destroyed just like that by Chen Yi.
The young girl gripped the blade tightly with one bare hand. The fresh blood flowing from her palm masked the weapon's cold, gleaming edge, and her petite body trembled violently. She was furious!
Chapter 63