After being surrounded by a group of beautiful young women for over ten minutes, Ye Wushuang thoroughly savored the feeling of them blowing kisses his way. Smugly pleased with himself, he then returned to his small courtyard in the Outer Sect with Ye Rou's help.
By now, the sky had grown dark, but it was still a brilliant, starry night. The shining stars provided a sliver of light, keeping the world from being pitch-black.
The moment he stepped into the courtyard, Ye Wushuang came to a sudden halt. Before Ye Rou could react, he opened his mouth and, with a SPURT, sprayed a jet of blood.
"Xiaoshuang!"
Ye Rou's expression changed, and her face filled with worry.
"Sister, I'm fine. Just help me inside," Ye Wushuang said, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. An unhealthy flush appeared on his face. He had been suppressing the backlash from the Life-Taking Sword, but in the end, he couldn't hold it in any longer.
