The night was as heavy as cotton soaked in black ink, suffocatingly dense. Ye Fan stood under the old locust tree at the edge of the martial arts arena, watching his team members emerge from the shadows one by one. Su Qingxue’s moon-white gauze dress was damp with night dew, shimmering with a pearlescent glow; Lin Zhaoyue’s sword scabbard tapped softly against her waist, producing a crisp, metallic clink; Chǔ Hóngzhuāng was chewing on a blade of grass, her fingertips pinching an indigo-blue Gu Insect; the Iron-masked Man was wrapped in a black cloak, his heavy sword pressing a deep ridge into his shoulder.
"Three quarters past the Tzu hour, we move out." Ye Fan touched the Jiuxiao Huanpei at his chest, which was burning hot. The phantom mountains and rivers inside his Inner World surged in rhythm with his heartbeat. When he was betrayed in his past life, he had also led his trusted followers in a night raid on the enemy camp, only to be met with a sky full of arrows.
In this life, he could clearly perceive the vibration frequency of the ice-silk strings in Su Qingxue's sleeves, the trajectory of Lin Zhaoyue’s sword qi circulating through her meridians, and even the scales on the wings of Chǔ Hóngzhuāng’s Gu Insect, all rendered with absolute clarity within his spiritual awareness. The talent of Unity of Heaven and Man was like an invisible net, weaving the auras of the five into a single cocoon.
Chapter 230