The heavy wooden door of the warehouse slammed shut. Li Si was helped away by several Cangwu Sword Sect disciples, cold sweat still dripping down the back of his neck—the sound of that fine needle flying past the tip of his ear was still buzzing in his mind.
Ye Fan tossed the dark iron chains onto the ground, the metallic clatter making Zhao Wuji’s eyelids twitch. Lin Zhaoyue’s Primal Beginning Sword was stabbed diagonally into the corner, icicles formed from sword Qi dripping down the blade and leaving wet patches on the grey bricks.
"Didn't Lord Zhao want to ask how Ye chose this place?" Ye Fan pulled over a wooden stool and sat down, his fingertips tapping nonchalantly against the chain. "Buried three feet beneath this warehouse floor is the Ye Family's 'Wind-Listening Sand.' Every word you said just now vibrated along the grains of sand straight to the green bamboo in my Inner World." He suddenly leaned in close, the candlelight reflected in his pupils. "Including what you told Zhang San on your way here: 'As soon as old Qi's letter arrives, slaughter that dog the Ye Family keeps.'"
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