The mildew smell in the corridor grew heavier the deeper they went. Ye Fan's boot soles scraped against the Blue Stone Slab, every step feeling as though he were treading on a taut zither string. Su Qingxue's fingertips remained rested against his wrist, her touch cooler than usual—she was using the Hanmei Pavilion's secret "Breath-Listening Technique" to sense the movement ahead.
As they rounded the seventh bend, Lin Zhaoyue suddenly pressed her hand against his back. A sword cultivator's spiritual perception was three times sharper than an ordinary person's, and the outer corners of her eyes lifted slightly. "There is the presence of a living creature." Before her voice faded, a hidden stone door in the wall cracked open a half-foot seam. Ye Fan took the opportunity to pull Su Qingxue toward his side, and the four of them, along with the Iron-masked Man, pressed against the damp stone wall and melted into the shadows.
The mildew smell mingled with sandalwood, carrying a trace of stale blood—the very same scent that had lingered around the pursuers in his past life. The secret chamber was more spacious than imagined. Nine bronze lamp-trees hung from the dome, their flames a strange, eerie blue that illuminated the central altar in meticulous detail. The white bones piled upon the altar had a grayish-blue tint, and in the arrow hole of the skull at the very top, half a rusted arrowhead was still stuck—it matched the arrow wound on the remains of the previous family head ens…
Chapter 225