Mountain mist mixed with the bitterness of pine needles pierced his nasal cavity. Ye Fan crept along the base of the blue stone slab wall, his dark robe brushing against the moss in the corners and leaving faint damp patches in the morning dew.
Ahead, Lǐ Jiànfēng’s dark disciple robe had already disappeared through the moon gate. He held his breath. The footsteps of those disciples just now carried the genuine energy of the Body Tempering Realm and the Bone Marrow Stage. If he were detected, though his current Liquid Condensation Realm cultivation would allow him to escape, exposing his tracks would ruin the entire plan.
"Commander Zhào’s remnant soul can only hold out until the third quarter of Yin," Lǐ Jiànfēng's voice drifted from the courtyard, carrying a deliberately suppressed hoarseness. "That old scoundrel Wang Ba says the Cangwu Sword Sect holds a hidden treasure capable of breaking the Longevity Realm seal. Once we get our hands on it, we'll mix the Saintess's blood with the Soul-Eroding Gu Insects and scatter them across the martial arts arena. By then..."
Chapter 137