The morning mist in the martial arts arena had not yet completely dispersed. As Ye Fan followed Su Qingxue across the blue stone slab path, the crisp sound of weapons clashing echoed faintly from afar.
Disciples of the Cangwu Sword Sect were drilling at the edge of the grounds. Lin Zhaoyue's Primordial Sword hovered three inches beside her, its ringing carrying a cold, biting sword intent. Chǔ Hóngzhuāng squatted on a stone pier, teasing a colorful Gu Insect. The insect burrowed toward her hair, but she pinched its antennae and gently pulled it back, making the coral beads dangling from her hair tips sway in rhythm. Qín Wǎnshuāng had removed her armor, changing into black martial attire, and was sketching something on the ground with a tree branch. Seeing him arrive, she pressed her fingertips heavily onto the diagram.
"Everyone is here." Su Qingxue placed the Ice Soul Chalice on a stone table. The curling cold mist within it made the vermilion mole at the outer corner of her eye look like a flickering flame. "Junior Sister Lin said to wait half an incense stick's time—she wants to wait for her sword tassel to dry. It got damp during last night's training."
Chapter 237