Mountain wind laden with the scent of blood poured into the collar of his tunic. As Ye Fan gripped Lin Zhaoyue's blood-stained wrist, he could clearly feel the rapid, frantic beating of her pulse. Behind them, the roar of Blood Fiend Patriarch still chased their shadows, but when the four characters "Taichu Ancient Cave" materialized in the twilight, a thin layer of sweat suddenly broke out on his palm—in his memories of his past life, this ancient cave was supposed to be a fortuitous encounter he would not find until he was thirty years old, yet now it had come fourteen years early.
"Watch out for the moss." Su Qingxue's fingertips caught the hem of his tunic and gave it a light tug. Dark green moss seeped from the crevices beneath the Blue Stone Slab, gleaming with an oily sheen in the setting sun. Chǔ Hóngzhuāng's Gu Insect had already slipped out along the silver bells in her hair, and at this moment, it was probing back information from the stone fissures ahead. The young girl said brightly, "There are no overt arrays at the cave entrance, but three snake Gu have been shredded into mist."
Lin Zhaoyue's sword had already cleared its scabbard by three inches, its sword qi slicing open the vines hanging from the cave mouth to reveal a half-person-high stone door. Centuries of dust had accumulated within the cloud-patterned carvings on the lintel, yet the moment her sword qi swept across, the dust fell away in a flurry, revealing a line of small characters: "The Taichu is …
Chapter 115