C197 Soft Sword Martial Soul

Ye Chen could tell.

The other person was merely probing him, testing his mettle.

"Since Junior Brother Ye's cultivation is not far off from mine..."

"Then I'm eager to gauge the true extent of Junior Brother Ye's abilities."

Observing Ye Chen, who was as cunning as a seasoned fox,

and who had divulged nothing of value or substance,

a faint glint of coldness flashed in Yaen Chuxue's eyes