"Little sister, do you know that Ye Huan well?" In the preparation area, Ling Zhiyuan sat on the bench, opened his fan and fanned himself twice, asking with a frown.
"Not very well, but cousin, you'd better not underestimate him, or you might regret it."
Ling Fufu drew the Blue Rose Sword, which constantly emitted a cold aura, from its sheath, took out a blue handkerchief from her pocket, and began to wipe away the dried blood on the sword.
Seeing this, Ling Zhiyuan's brow slightly furrowed, "Cousin, did you lend out your sword to someone else?"
"Hmm?" Ling Fufu was momentarily stunned, surprised, "I lent it to Ye Huan for a moment at Wuya Peak yesterday, how did you notice?"
"There's another person's fingerprints on the hilt!"
Ling Zhiyuan couldn't suppress his frustration, pointing at the hilt of the Blue Rose Sword, where there was a faint and transparent mark that an ordinary person couldn't see without bringing it close to their eyes.
