The bluestone road of Qingyun Town was still damp with morning dew. Yán Líng'ér gathered the lapels of her grey cloth tunic, concealing the bronze token at her waist within her sleeve. Under Mu Hongling's orders, she had been stationed here alongside other Blood Shadow Pavilion experts for three months, keeping a close eye on every move made by Lin Feng and his companions. Her merchant disguise was already deeply convincing; even Old Zhang, who sold tofu pudding at the edge of town, knew that "Ah Ling," who constantly hurried down the south alley, was just a buyer of mountain goods. Yet none knew of the blood-red butterfly embroidered upon her cuff—the mark of a Blood Shadow Pavilion deacon.
Last night, the firelight from Shenfeng Hall had dyed half the sky crimson. Yán Líng'ér had stood on the stone steps outside the town for half the night. She could sense the near-rampant fluctuations of Spiritual Power surrounding Lin Feng, like a raging tide soaked in blood. Even the "Pulling Thread" planted within her by Mu Hongling was growing hot. This secret technique allowed her to perceive the locations and auras of Lin Feng and his group, including what supreme arts Lin Feng had cultivated and what he had done during the period after he was expelled by the Blood Shadow Pavilion and the Hall of Longevity. Even matters between men and women—Yán Líng'ér only needed to wave her sleeve in a light dance, and a mirror of Spiritual Power would appear before her, reflecting every action o…
Chapter 278