When the cold mist swept across the entrance of the ice cave, Ye Fan's boot soles crunched over a thin layer of frost. The light-portal of his Inner World closed behind him, the sound of the peach branches lightly trembling whisked away by the north wind, leaving only the lingering, subtle fragrance of spiritual tea at the tip of his nose—the "Mind-Clearing Tea" he had carefully cultivated in the Lesser World just moments before. Now it wound its way along his meridians, making his five senses three parts sharper than those of an ordinary Void Breaking Realm cultivator.
"Young Master Ye." Su Qingxue's voice drifted over, wrapped in warmth. She had somehow already removed her outer robe, her moon-white undergarment tracing her exquisite curves, yet draped over her shoulders was a dark cloak—the very old garment Ye Fan had tossed aside near her vanity box two days ago. As her fingertips brushed the back of his hand, she paused slightly. "Your hand is colder than an icicle."
"The Inner World is resonating with the Heavenly Dao, stirring up the tribulation clouds." Ye Fan turned his hand over to clasp hers, transferring the warmth from his palm. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Lin Zhaoyue standing with her sword in her arms, the tassel of her "Taichu" sword swaying without any wind. "Zhaoyue, is your sword resonating?"
Chapter 223