When Ye Fan used the family crest in his palm to sear open the stone door at the end of the secret passage, the cold gleam of the short blade in Qín Wǎnshuāng's sleeve had just vanished back into its scabbard.
The secret room was small. Night-luminescent pearls embedded in the stone walls stretched the figures of the two long into the distance. A beef-tallow candle in its holder was burnt halfway down, its tongue of flame licking the wick and casting a flickering glow over the strands of hair at her temples, which were somewhat disheveled from the battle.
"Sit." Ye Fan released her hand, his knuckles tapping lightly against the stone table. In the center of the table sat a Green Jade Case, its lid half-lifted to reveal the Heavenly Dao Fragment lying within—slightly larger than a pigeon's egg, its surface shimmering with starlight like the Milky Way.
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