Deep in the third watch of the night, the Blue Stone Slab in the inn's back courtyard was darkened and moistened by dew. Ye Fan sat cross-legged on a straw mat, the flowing aura around his body setting a few bamboo shadows swaying—ever since his Inner World had resonated with Jiuxiao Huanpei, even his breath carried the clear, resonant chime of jade.
"A-Ye?" Su Qingxue's voice drifted over, wrapped in a wisp of sweet fragrance. She leaned lazily against the old locust tree in the corner of the courtyard, her fingertips gently plucking the strings of her pipa, the cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye flickering in the moonlight. "Why is there a hint of blood in your aura?"
Lin Zhaoyue, who was wiping the Thunder Sound Sword, suddenly raised her head, the tip of the sword emitting a low hum. "It's killing intent." The hem of her plain white skirt fluttered without wind, and sword qi condensed into tiny arcs of lightning around her.
Chapter 129