The moment the light door of the Inner World closed behind him, Ye Fan felt a slight lightness in his shoulder—the sensation of Su Qingxue’s fingertips slipping from his palm.
"The spirit tea is in the southwest corner of the peach grove." Her voice was wrapped in a faint, elusive hint of zither melody. Raising her delicate hand lightly, the Jiuxiao Huanpei at her waist emitted a crisp, resonant vibration, actually laying down a pale golden carpet of light beneath their feet. "I'll go check the flow of the spiritual veins in the Inner World first; you take a look at the foundation of this realm."
Ye Fan watched her turning profile, her moon-white skirt brushing against the newly sprouted peach branches, the golden hairpins in her hair shattering into starlight in the morning light. In his past life, when he fought against Inquiry Realm masters alone, he had seen too many faithless fellow practitioners; in this present life, within his Inner World, even the wind carried the warmth of peach blossoms and zither fragrance.
Chapter 222