As the night deepened, the campfire at the defensive post crackled in the cold wind, its sparks darting into mid-air before suddenly extinguishing, as if choked by an invisible hand. Ye Fan stood in the front row, the cold iron tassels of the Jiuxiao Huanpei at his waist brushing against the back of his hand. A chill seeped along his blood vessels straight into his heart—this was the third time he had experienced palpitations since his rebirth. Whether it was before being ambushed in his past life or before his sister fell off a cliff, his chest had always ached with this same heavy tightness.
The "Unity of Heaven and Man" talent activated automatically, causing the rivers and mountains within his Inner World to suddenly churn with monstrous waves. Ye Fan closed his eyes for a split second, and his Sea of Consciousness was instantly filled with four faces: the silver bell on Su Qingxue's wrist should have chimed softly with the rhythm of her zither, but now it was dead silent; Lin Zhaoyue's Green Frost Sword hummed with a metallic edge steeped in the stench of blood; the Golden Silkworm Gu raised by Chǔ Hóngzhuāng struck cracks against his Inner World, a sign that its master was in mortal danger; and the secret report hidden in Qín Wǎnshuāng's sleeve, which should have carried the fragrance of fresh ink, now reeked of the metallic smell of blood.
"Qingxue is at Wanhua Tower!" Ye Fan snapped his eyes open, his pupils reflecting the surging malevolence coming from the southea…
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