Jian Yunfeng shook his head, feeling disappointed. He knew Ye Qingfeng wouldn't come; he wouldn't be foolish enough to come and seek death.
Jian Yunfeng discreetly observed his Martial Artist Tributor, recognizing that if Ye Qingfeng didn't return, these Martial Artist Tributers of his family would certainly not be preserved.
Ye Qingfeng was already staying in the Medicine Hall of Scarlet Void Valley, completely unaware of the external affairs.
His Flying Sword had been forged successfully; after a blood recognition, Ye Qingfeng could manipulate this sword freely using his Divine Sense.
The sword wasn't long, merely a slender three-foot blade. Under Ye Qingfeng's Divine Sense control, it moved with extreme speed; at full speed, one would only see a streak of white light.
If used in battle, Ye Qingfeng only needed to control it with his Divine Sense, allowing it to pierce through an enemy's heart from behind before they even saw the sword.
