The campfire crackled in the biting winter wind, and a stray spark hit the Jiuxiao Huanpei at Ye Fan’s waist, sending a deep blue ripple across the jade ring. Standing at the lookout platform at the very front of the fortifications, he lightly traced a newly carved pattern on the ring. Moments earlier, when he had resonated with Master Yun, the newly formed Qinglan Mountain within his Inner World had branded a mountain-shaped mark onto the artifact.
"Young Master Ye." Su Qingxue’s voice came from behind, striking a balance between soft and husky, like a willow leaf soaked in honey. She had draped an outer robe over her shoulders, her slender waist wrapped in a moon-white undergarment, while the golden hairpins in her hair quivered with her movements. As she stepped closer, she suddenly raised her hand, pressing a powder-dusted handkerchief against the back of his neck. "When you channeled the Huanpei just now, your Governor Vessel split a fine hair-line. My newly crafted Tendon-Mending Powder will ease the pain when applied."
Ye Fan turned, running straight into her slightly lifted gaze. Her eyes were exquisitely shaped, the outer corners upturned as if harboring spring, yet right now they were frosted with killing intent—he knew this was the sign that she meant to kill someone. "Zhao Batian's men are still seven miles from the camp." He grasped her powder-stained hand, pressing the handkerchief firmly against the back of his neck. "Chǔ Hóngzhuāng's Golden Silkworm detected…
Chapter 234