When Ye Fan pushed open the bamboo door, morning dew was dripping from the eaves, splashing fine, glittering light onto the blue stone slab. Lin Zhaoyue’s figure was already standing in the courtyard, her plain white sword tassel stirred half an inch by the breeze like a restless cloud.
"Elder Chén took three outer sect deacons to inspect the armory, and Lǐ Jiànfēng led the covert agents toward Eagle Beak Cliff." As she turned, the jade pendant at her waist chimed softly. "I ran into Uncle Zhang at the martial arts arena just now. He said the back mountain's medicinal herb house is missing half a box of red crane bane—people from the Xuanyin Sect really have sneaked in."
Ye Fan fished out the half-token of the Xuanyin Token from his sleeve, his thumb brushing over the carved lines on the back. When the token fell beneath the window last night, the spiritual spring within his Inner World had surged like boiling water, and the Jiuxiao Huanpei had made his palm tingle numbly—that was the palpitation he had only felt when he was backstabbed in his past life.
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