The night hung heavy like a cloth soaked in ink, pressing down with crushing weight. Ye Fan stood upon the battlements of Qinglan City, his fingertips pressed against the seams of the city bricks, the texture as rough as the charred earth of his previous life's battlefield. Footsteps in the alley below suddenly halted, and over thirty dark figures leapt down from the eaves like night-owls. The scent of wolf-bane mixed with the reek of rust drifted into his nostrils—it was the Northern Xinjiang's secret "Bone-Corroding Powder," designed to kill instantly the moment it drew blood.
"Wǎnshuāng," he inclined his head. Moonlight fell upon Qín Wǎnshuāng's dark-sheathed saber, its edge reflecting her tight jawline. "Remember the 'Rolling Waves Step' I taught you. Fall back into General Lǐ's shield formation."
"Bulls***," Qín Wǎnshuāng caught his sleeve with a backhanded grip, twirling her short blade in a flash of steel. "You've only just broken through to the Jade Bone Realm Late Stage, and your expanding Inner World is carrying sword Qi even on its peach petals." She suddenly smiled, the upward slant of her eyes sharper than any blade. "I want to see if your newly refined 'Qinglan Nine-Layer Strength: Void Breaking Realm Chapter' can actually cut off these wolf-pups' necks."
Chapter 110