Snow pellets gently beat against the animal-skin tent on the Black Ice Plain, producing a fine, rustling sound. Ye Fan sat cross-legged by the campfire, his fingertips lightly pressed against the center of his brow, deeply immersed in the deduction of his Inner World. Every mountain ridge shimmered with the faint, deep blue glow of the Heavenly Dao—the result of his continuous deductions for three hours using the talent of the Unity of Heaven and Man.
"Qingxue, add three more drops of cicada tears to that vial of Crimson Flame Powder." Ye Fan spoke suddenly, his voice carrying the unique, resonant hum of his Inner World. Not far away, Su Qingxue was intently mixing medicinal powders; upon hearing this, her fingers paused slightly.
The silver bell at her wrist chimed softly. Her hand, as she picked up the glazed vial, was as steady as the ice of a mountain stream. "How did Ye Lang know I missed the cicada tears?" Before her voice had even faded, she had precisely dropped in three drops of liquid shimmering with a cyan mist. The medicinal powder instantly billowed into a gorgeous haze intertwining crimson gold and deep blue.
Chapter 219