As he utilized his will to control the sword before him, and Yang Ye was about to attack once more. Right at this moment, Feng Yu’s voice suddenly resounded in his mind. “Ye’er, you aren’t a match for her. I’ll execute a secret technique later and pin them down, you take Little Yao with you and return to the Sword Sect. I know you’re not afraid of death, and I know that you don’t want to see me return with them and suffer. However, it isn’t the time to act impulsively now. While there’s life, there’s hope. So long as you’re still alive, then I’ll have hope!”

Right when Yang Ye was about to say something, Feng Yu’s scarlet red lips parted once more, and she said via voice transmission. “If you refuse, then I’ll immediately kill myself before you.”

Yang Ye’s eyes turned red while he revealed an expression of pain, and it felt as if knives were slicing at his heart. He glanced at Little Yao that was still holding on tightly to his mother’s hand. Little Yao was still too young, so even though she didn’t want to leave her mother, her little face was already pale...