A woman in a purple dress stood before Yang Ye, and there was a cloak which was as thin as a cicada’s wings hanging from her shoulder.

Yang Ye had seen her before!

It was Shao Siyou!

Shao Siyou!

The Pavilion Master of Nether Pavilion!

As soon as Yang Ye refused, the surroundings fell silent. Or to be more precise, the atmosphere here became quite tense!

Shao Siyou gazed at Yang Ye, and he met her gaze.

A long time passed before she smiled, “Is there no room for discussion?”

Yang Ye shook his head, “None!”

Shao Siyou smiled, “How stubborn.”

As she spoke, she stretched out her right hand, and the space around Yang Ye instantly froze.

Meanwhile, a sword howl resounded. A moment later, Shao Siyou moved 300m back while blood seeped out from the corner of Yang Ye’s mouth.

Their first collision!

She sized up Yang Ye and nodded, “Needless to say, with such strength at your age, you deserve to be called a monstrous genius!”

Yang Ye said, “Does your Nether Pavilion plan to take her from me by for...