The sound of horse hooves shattered the morning mist as three riders rode abreast toward Qinglan City. Ye Fan sat in the saddle, pressing his palm against the Jiuxiao Huanpei at his chest through his tunic. The jade guqin body still retained a trace of his body heat—just moments ago on the mountain path, this ancient jade that had accompanied him for a decade had suddenly emitted a pale cyan halo, resembling moonlight swimming in a spring stream.
"Young Master Ye?" General Lǐ's voice came from the side, his saber scabbard tapping softly against the horse's back. "Are you tired?"
Ye Fan snapped out of his trance, about to shake his head, when he saw Qín Wǎnshuāng by his side suddenly turn her face. She was still dressed in cyan robes with her hair tied up in a scholar's knot today, but the heroic spirit between her brows and at the corners of her eyes held a trace of concern. "You were staring blankly at your chest just now. Could the Huanpei have stirred?"
Chapter 107