Sheathing the sword, Huangfu Ziyu's expression turned exceptionally cold. She looked at Ye Qing coldly and said, "You owe me two favors, and these two strikes are my repayment. From now on, you owe me nothing, and you don't need to do anything for me anymore!"
Ye Qing was taken aback, not understanding why Huangfu Ziyu had suddenly become so indifferent. Seeing her like that, Ye Qing felt an indescribable pain. He had feelings for Huangfu Ziyu!
After Huangfu Ziyu spoke, she suddenly stepped forward. Before Ye Qing could react, she casually lifted the Ancient Sword from Ye Qing's hand and drew it out. Without any pause, she reversed the blade and slashed her own shoulder, creating a deep wound.
"What are you doing!" Ye Qing exclaimed, quickly snatching the Ancient Sword from Huangfu Ziyu's hand. He moved to step forward to check on her condition, but Huangfu Ziyu retreated, keeping a distance from him.
