Not only did the Yang Family Master's punch fail to injure Su Ye, but it sent him staggering back several steps, his hand suddenly covered in blood.
The Yang Family Master narrowed his eyes.
"It really was you who contracted Xuanwu!"
The moment he spoke, the light surrounding Su Ye didn't dissipate. Instead, it grew even more brilliant.
Su Ye had a faint smile on her face.
"I'm the one who contracted it. What of it?"
In the distance, from Xuanwu Mountain, the toll of a great bell rang out.
The sound traveled, growing louder as it spread.
DONG—
The deep, ancient toll seemed to travel across ten thousand years, erupting in this very moment.
The toll of the bell echoed through almost the entire Imperial City.
Su Ye looked down and discovered a massive hexagonal pattern beneath her feet. It had just erupted with a golden light that now connected to her.
Then, in the blink of an eye, a small child with their hair tied in a topknot appeared before them.
