C565 Origin Wind

Ye Yu stood with his fingers crossed in front of his chest, pinching a thin sheet of paper between them.

The paper was rigid and straight, as steadfast as a blade, trembling with a buzz in Ye Yu's grip.

Qingxu's eyes widened in astonishment as he observed Ye Yu.

"I never imagined you to be a martial artist!"

Ye Yu relaxed his fingers