The moonlight, like poisoned silver powder, was scattered across the Blue Stone Slab of the Xuanwu Gate. As Ye Fan followed Qín Wǎnshuāng in leaping onto the parapet, the harsh scraping of armor plates against the city bricks made the back of his neck tighten—when he was surrounded and ambushed in his past life, the assassins' blades had made that exact same cold, friction-filled sound.
"Look down at the city." Qín Wǎnshuāng's cloak snapped violently in the night wind, her fingertips gripping the battlement, her knuckles turning pale.
Ye Fan followed her gaze downward. The human figures in the moonlight washed over the moat like a black tide. The one in the lead wore a half-bronze mask, revealing only the lower half of a pale face, the corners of his lips curling in a sickly smile—it was precisely the Iron-masked Man marked on the secret passage map as a "remnant of the Heavenly Dao".
Chapter 183