The lanterns in the martial arts arena swayed in the night wind. Elder Chén’s green robe swept across the fallen leaves as he strode over and grabbed Lin Zhaoyue’s wrist.
"Zhaoyue!" His voice trembled, his withered fingers repeatedly rubbing her sword tassel as if trying to confirm something. "Is the blood on your sword yours?"
Lin Zhaoyue turned her hand to grip the back of his, her fingertips still stained with un-wiped dark red. "Elder, it's that old bastard's." She stepped aside to reveal Ye Fan standing behind her. "This is Young Master Ye of the Qinglan City Ye Family. If not for him today—"
Chapter 153