The night, like cotton soaked in ink, pressed heavily upon the defensive line at the edge of the Black Ice Plain. Ye Fan stood at the highest point of a snowdrift, the accumulated snow beneath his leather boots emitting a faint crunching sound. He gazed northward at the churning dark clouds—the direction of the Black Ice Cave, where a faint, ghostly blue cold light flickered through the clouds, signaling that the mountain-guarding formation of the Black Ice Cave had been activated.
"Ye Lang." Behind him came the soft rustle of embroidered shoes treading across the snow. Su Qingxue's hand gently covered the back of his neck, which had been chilled red, carrying a faint fragrance blending rouge and ice poison. "The Ice Soul Cold Crystals of the Black Ice Cave will interfere with perception. You said just now that you wanted to enter seclusion to stabilize your Inner World..." Her fingertips trembled slightly, yet she did Jiuxiao Huanpei all she could to impart warmth into the hollow of his neck.
Ye Fan turned his hand over to clasp hers. Those hands, which had been stained red by poisonous mist earlier in the day while concocting the Thousand-Machine Powder, were now radiating warmth. "Qingxue, in my past life when I was in the Inquiry Realm, I once witnessed the Inner World of a supreme expert," he said softly, in a voice meant only for the two of them. "Back then, I thought an Inner World was nothing more than a small space to store cultivation techniques and gather spiritu…
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