The camp's defensive bonfires flickered with orange-red light in the twilight. Ye Fan's boots crushed the charred gravel, and the faint, secluded glow of the Longevity Fruit hidden inside his sleeve pierced through the barrier of his Inner World, casting a pale blue shadow across his palm.
Lin Zhaoyue's scabbard brushed against his back, carrying the refreshing chill unique to sword qi; Su Qingxue's skirt brushed past his wrist, smelling of rouge blended with cold plum blossoms; the silver bells in Chu Hongzhuang's hair jingled softly with every step, each chime sounding like the counting of heartbeats; Qin Wanshuo walked at the very front, the waist token hanging from her dark martial attire striking against her armor with a crisp ring—the Tiger Tally of the Great Chu Imperial Guard.
"Master Ye." An old servant guarding the entrance of the camp hurried forward tremblingly, holding a copper basin filled with hot water in hands that looked like withered tree bark. "Master Yun, whom you asked for, is already waiting in the side tent and said he would not partake in the evening meal until you returned."
Chapter 233