Yang Ye was quite stunned.

He was certain that he didn’t know her at all.

Yang Ye sized up the woman and asked, “I owe you something?”

She looked him in the eyes, “You took something that doesn’t belong to you.”

Yang Ye frowned, “Can you make it a little clearer?”

“The wooden sword!” She gazed at Yang Ye, “That wooden sword doesn’t belong to you!”

The wooden sword! Yang Ye’s eyes narrowed slightly. He hadn’t expected her to actually be here for the wooden sword. It belongs to her?

Yang Ye fell silent for a moment, and then he said, “I got it from the Wu Clan.”

She replied, “My Secret Sect left it in the Wu Clan.”

Yang Ye shook his head, “I need proof.”

She said, “Tell it to show itself, and you’ll get your proof.”

Yang Ye glanced at her, thought for a moment, and then he summoned Snowy. Snowy was holding the wooden sword when she emerged from the Primordial Pagoda. Presently, Snowy had gotten addicted to playing with the wooden sword, so it never left her claws.

The reason he was cooperating...