Chapter 117: Planting a Xuan Vein
Yun Qiao froze where she was, staring blankly. Ye Yuan’s expression only grew darker when she didn’t move, irritation simmering in his eyes. Then, without a word, he strode over to her.
“Grandmaster, you—”
Before she could finish the sentence, he suddenly crouched down, grabbed the collar of her robes, and—
Rip!
The sound was sharp and merciless. Not just her outer robe, even her inner garment tore open in one swift pull. Cold air rushed against her bare skin from her abdomen up to her chest, chilling her to the bone.
Her eyes flew wide open. Years of composure shattered in an instant, replaced by disbelief and the burning sting of humiliation. Instinctively, she swung a hand across his face.
Smack!
The crisp sound echoed through the icy room.
Ye Yuan’s face was perfectly fine. Yun Qiao, however, heard a horrifying crack—her wrist had dislocated.