Upon seeing the determination in Han Yan's eyes, Ye Yi'an shook his head and sighed silently. As a former Holy Court Steward, he naturally understood the pride of a Saint, and the Saint in front of him was likely no different.
Yet no matter how proud you are, you need to understand the gravity of the situation. Haven't you heard that sometimes you must bow under the roof? Still too young, too young indeed.
While Ye Yi'an sighed, he also made a decision in secret: if this Holy Saint cannot hold on later, he would risk his life to ensure her safety.
Han Yan, unaware of what Ye Yi'an was thinking, was fully concentrated, her hand gently gripping the Cold Sky Sword.
This was her first battle on the Divine Continent. Although the opponent's strength, by Holy Court Continent standards, was weak as an ant, she mustn't forget that she was suppressed only to Fifth Rank Swordsman, and worse, this power couldn't be used lightly unless she was prepared to kill and silence witnesses.
