Chapter 140

While the aerial roots of the old banyan tree still swayed in the dusk, Ye Fan had already carried Chǔ Hóngzhuāng through the tear in the Inner World. The wooden door of the inn creaked, and the halos of four green lamps instantly flickered in his eyes—Su Qingxue’s pipa strings still rested on her fingertips, Lin Zhaoyue’s scabbard left a shallow mark on the corner of the table, Qín Wǎnshuāng was stuffing Chǔ Hóngzhuāng’s Gu pouch into her sleeve, and little Hóngzhuāng was clutching the cuff of her sleeve, sobbing. "Elder sister, there are Gu insects in the mist biting my fingernails." Chǔ Hóngzhuāng whimpered, showing Qín Wǎnshuāng her fingertips stained with green spots, the silver bell atop her head chiming softly with the movement. Without answering, Ye Fan directly slapped a scrap of cloth stained with inked plum blossoms onto the table. The moment the half-plum blossom touched the wood grain, one of Su Qingxue’s pipa strings snapped with a twang. He saw her fingertips trembling.