Mountain wind mixed with a fog of blood poured into their nostrils, bringing a coppery, sweet taste to the back of Ye Fan's throat.
He stared at the churning black mist in Wang Ba's hand. The Jiuxiao Huanpei inside his inner world suddenly vibrated, and the stellar markings on the zither body slithered toward the edges like living creatures—in his past life, he had seen records of this in the ancient texts of the Xuanyin Sect. The Blood Fiend Banner required the vital blood of a thousand people to be refined, and every time it was unfurled, it cost the user ten years of lifespan.
"Zhaoyue, is your sword heart steady?" He reached back and grabbed Lin Zhaoyue's wrist.
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