When the morning mist wrapped in moisture drifted into the high walls of the Ye Family, three hundred sets of footsteps had already crushed the dew at the eastern mountain pass. Ye Fan stood upon the gate tower, his fingertips lightly brushing the strings of the Jiuxiao Huanpei. Within his Inner World, three hundred strands of Yuanqi fluctuations were intertwined like a tangled mess—the foremost one, condensed and as hard as iron, was precisely the Void Breaking Realm cultivation base of Zhao Batian.
His Adam's apple bobbed. When his entire family was massacred in his past life, it was also this very morning mist; the smell of blood mixed with the mist poured into his nasal cavity, and the old steward's blood had splashed right upon the two characters "Ye Residence" on the plaque, staining the gold characters a dark brown.
"Young master." Xiaocui's voice came from behind. This young girl had purposely tied the cyan jade hair cord he had given her last year this morning. At this moment, her hair tips were stained with dew, and she was clutching half a piece of completely cold steamed bun—the one he hadn't finished eating last night. "The Third Elder says the caltrops have already been wound around the third bend of the eastern mountain road, and the pots of tung oil are hidden under the eaves of the western wall. What do you think...?"
Chapter 22