As the morning light washed over the flying eaves of Qinglan City, Ye Fan was standing beneath the peach tree in the martial arts arena. Last night, he had stood by the city wall for half the night. Inside his Inner World, Elder Chén's soul fragment, nurtured by the Primal Beginning Sword Qi, had condensed into a thumb-sized ball of light.
Yet he could sense that wisps of corrosive Blood Fiend energy still lingered within that light. With his current cultivation at the Liquid Condensation Realm, a full month of effort would be required to completely purify it. But could Qinglan City's fragile peace endure for a month?
"Young master, Lady Lin has arrived." The voice of a hidden guard came from behind. Ye Fan turned to see Lin Zhaoyue standing at the entrance of the martial arts arena. Today, she had not tied a tassel to her sword. A gust of wind whipped up the hem of her moon-white dress, revealing the Cangwu Sword hanging at her waist. In the morning light, the red mole at the corner of her eye looked like a drop of fresh blood, lending her an even more vivid vitality than yesterday.
Chapter 111