As dusk swept over the flying eaves of Qinglan City, the candlelight on the second floor of the inn flickered under a draft. Ye Fan gently pressed the Thunder Sound Sword onto the table, the thunder patterns on the sword glowing and fading like breaths, making the corners of Lin Zhaoyue's eyes light up in response.
"The thunder intent in this spiritual pattern..." Her fingertips hovered half an inch above the blade before pulling back. "It lacks three parts of the brutality found in the thunder arts of Cangwu Mountain, yet it holds two extra parts of gentleness—could it be that you've integrated the Green Wood Art of the Ye Family?"
"Sister Zhaoyue has a sharp eye." Chǔ Hóngzhuāng slumped over the table, her chin resting on her crossed hands, her silver hairbells chiming softly with her movements. "I can smell a faint scent of green bamboo from the sword, just like Brother Ye." Suddenly, she reached out to poke the sword spine, but her fingertip was lightly brushed by a thunder pattern. She instantly drew back her hand and giggled, "Ouch, it bites!"
Chapter 124