She toyed with the sword for a moment, then spoke in a low voice.
"You said the son pays for the father's debts."
Duan Ya stared at her but said nothing.
Su Ye slowly moved the Golden Sword over Duan Ya's left hand.
The next second, she drove it straight through his palm and into the mud below.
Crimson blood instantly spread, mixing with the rain as it soaked into the earth.
Duan Ya let out a stifled grunt, his eyes locked on Su Ye.
Su Ye's voice was cold.
"Your father injured his hand. Consider this your payment."
Once she was done, she looked up.
She found Yin Zhan standing there, ramrod straight and completely motionless.
His light-gray eyes were fixed on where the sword had pierced Duan Ya's hand, staring as if in a daze.
Su Ye stood up and walked over to Yin Zhan.
She pulled him by the sleeve, tugging him toward the cave.
The battle had nearly reached its end. She watched Kuang Zhan excitedly weaving through the various fights.
