บท 254: Chapter 95 Morning Light_1

"However, even if I weren't there, would you necessarily win?" asked Pei Ye, looking at Yang Yan as he put away his jade pendant and laugh.

"...What else can be?" Yang Yan raised his brows, "Who else? The local Six Level man surnamed Shang?"

"Anyway, I wouldn't use this sword in the competition," said Pei Ye. "Let's see if you can win at that time."

"Oh... thank you for letting me."

"It may not necessarily be all giving away," Pei Ye smiled. He lowered his head and looked at a medicine bottle he took out of his cloth bag.

The small ceramic bottle was palm-sized. This wasn't the first time Pei Ye had seen it. It had been given to the deceased by the assassin at the inn that night, and then it was taken away.