C700 Heavenly Sword Came out

With a resonant "zheng," the bronze sword fetus in Ye Yu's grip sang out, its form quivering ever so slightly.

Gazing down at the trembling blade, a smirk played across Ye Yu's lips. "Is that how it is? Very well!"

Lifting his eyes, Ye Yu fixed his gaze on Lee Wuzhen. "Senior Brother, do you trust me?"

Caught off guard, Lee Wuzhen paused before responding with a resolute tone