We Owe Him

Yun Nian sidestepped, avoiding the blade. The edge of the sword was right in front of her, reflecting her cold gaze.

She seized the hand holding the knife and bent it downwards.

With a loud clang, the short blade fell to the ground, kicked away by Yun Nian's foot.

"It seems you haven't learned your lesson," Yun Nian remarked, looking at the intact fingers of her opponent.

Meanwhile, three of her own fingers were severed.

It was Zhang Luyao, indeed.

Yun Nian released her grip, and Zhang Luyao took a few steps back, her eyes filled with intense hatred, wishing she could tear Yun Nian into pieces.

"It's all because of you! You destroyed my family, caused me to lose my fingers, and killed my father… Yun Nian, even if I become a ghost, I will never let you go!"

Her eyes were filled with vengeful resentment, akin to a malevolent spirit.

Yun Nian furrowed her brows.