As the cyan-gold glow inside the secret chamber gradually faded, the fine sweat on Ye Fan's temples had not yet completely dried. Chǔ Hóngzhuāng hung over his arm, her silver hairbells chiming with her movements. "Brother Ye's Inner World is all soft now, like soaking in a hot spring." She tilted her face up, the gold spots at the corners of her eyes gleaming with a honeyed hue in the dim light. "It's even more comfortable than a hotbed for raising Gu."
Su Qingxue leaned against the wall and chuckled softly, the silver bell at her fingertips chiming in harmony with Chǔ Hóngzhuāng's hair ornaments. "The little Gu master certainly knows how to pick her moment to act spoiled." She casually tossed over a handkerchief embroidered with twin lotus flowers, which landed precisely on Ye Fan's shoulder. "Wipe your sweat before you speak, lest Shuan'er find it unsightly."
Lin Zhaoyue was wiping the Primordial Sword with a plain white handkerchief and raised her eyes at the words. The blade reflected her cool, aloof face, yet softened by half the moment it touched Ye Fan. "Lady Su is right." She sheathed her sword, the green jade bead on the sword tassel gently tapping against her waist. "An Inner World at the Qi Condensation Peak should indeed be a bit more stable."
Chapter 192