A folding fan zipped past Su Ye's head. Sharp little blades on the fan spun above her. SHINK.
Su Ye's expression was cold. Two vines shot out of the Medicine King Ring. SWISH, SWISH, SWISH! The two vines whirred, spinning like a pair of fan blades.
Any blades that touched the vines were instantly shredded.
Jin was having the time of its life, just about to stick out its morning glory blossom.
But just as it was about to...
"WOOF—MMPH."
Before it could even make a sound, Su Ye shoved it back.
The vines then smacked the folding fan, sending it clattering to the ground.
Su Ye lowered her gaze, looking at the folding fan on the ground.
It was painted with a magnificent landscape. This was Yang Xuan's fan.
Which meant, of course, that the ones who had her cornered were Yang Xuan and his men.
Soon enough, a hearty laugh echoed.
"This young man... you are truly full of surprises."
As the words faded, Father Yang appeared before Su Ye, his hands clasped behind his back.
