Night fell, the moonlight filtering through the carved wooden window lattice into the inn as Ye Fan swallowed the last of the osmanthus wine. Su Qingxue’s fingers still rested on the back of his hand, her warmth seeping through her thin calluses into his veins—while refining pills just moments before, she had used glacial dew to nourish the Nine-Revival Soul-Returning Grass, and her fingertips had grown slightly pale from the piercing cold poison, yet now they flushed a faint pink with joy.
Lin Zhaoyue’s sword tassel lightly brushed across the tip of his hair, the silver fringe tickling the back of his neck—a habitual gesture she used to mask her emotions. Chu Hongzhua’s silver bells chimed softly beside his ear, and the Golden Silkworm Gu circled the Jiuxiao Huanpei at his wrist, its antennae gently grazing the cloud patterns on the jade pendant as if probing the way. Qín Wǎnshuāng’s hand covered the back of his hand resting on the desk, her palm still retaining the faint, bitter grain of the ink on the parchment; the rustle of the brush tip gliding across the paper while they checked the heat was still echoing in his ears.
"This medicinal pill..." Ye Fan gazed at the lingering fragrance of medicine remaining in the cauldron, his throat bobbing. In his past life in the Inquiry Realm, he had seen countless heavenly treasures, but never had he sensed vitality so clearly as at this moment—the shadow of half a mountain within his Inner World seemed to be breathing, and every w…
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