"Cough, cough..."
Xiong Wu clutched his chest, coughing violently, his eyes fixed on the doorway.
Moonlight streamed through the doorway, serene and cold.
A tall, imposing figure walked in calmly. It was Su Yu.
Behind him, Qin Fangqiong hadn't made a move. She simply stood back, providing support, a look of satisfaction in her eyes.
'Yu'Er's comprehension and talent are simply astounding,' she thought. 'His saber techniques are heaven-defying, and his Fist Technique is brilliant as well.'
'The punch he just threw... its Fist Stance was domineering and incredibly fast. He even managed to defeat Xiong Wu, a martial artist from a higher realm, with such ease.'
When Yan Xiao saw the two of them enter, the last shred of hope vanished from his eyes. He abruptly stood up, dropped to his knees, and began kowtowing forcefully.
