Sycamore leaves fluttered down onto Lin Yu's shoulders. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the Qingluan Sword, its blade carving a meandering, scorched trail into the ground. Seven days had passed since that ferocious battle. The sound of students reading aloud once again echoed through the campus, yet whenever twilight dyed the rooftop of the science building, he could still catch the lingering shadow of Su Yao's silver hair as she turned away.
"Senior Lin!" A crisp call interrupted his thoughts. A classmate caught up to him, clutching a stack of books, her hair tips carrying the faint scent of library ink. "I heard you're looking for Zhao Ya? I saw someone acting suspicious near the old teaching building yesterday..." Before she could finish, Lin Yu dissolved into a blur and vanished at the far end of the corridor.
The rotting wooden stairs of the Old Teaching Building groaned underfoot. Lin Yu held his breath, his fingertips grazing the mottled plaster of the wall, where the faint, mottled traces of dark cyan talismans flickered in the moonlight. This was the lost Soul-Suppressing Curse of the Zhao Family. He had seen similar patterns when Zhao Ya unleashed the Nether Vein—those vengeful ghosts devoured by the Nether Fire all bore this exact talisman branded upon their foreheads.
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