The morning mist of Qinglan City had not yet fully dispersed when Ye Fan pushed open his door. The breeze stirred by his robe swept away the last drop of dew from the eaves. Having broken through to the Sky Rending Realm the previous night, even his breath carried a pure and crisp spiritual resonance, and the golden patterns at the outer corners of his eyes flickered faintly in the morning light—the lingering trace of the resonance between his Inner World and the Jiuxiao Huanpei.
"Young Master Ye," a dark guard stationed in the corridor knelt on one knee, "the mistresses and Senior Chén are already waiting in the council hall."
Ye Fan paused slightly. The word "mistresses" made the tips of his ears burn, yet it also warmed his heart. The loneliness of striving for the Dao alone in his past life had long since faded; at this moment, the lights of the four small dwellings within his Inner World flickered uncertainly, bearing a striking resemblance to Su Qingxue's gaze as she tuned her strings and Lin Zhaoyue's sword qi as she tested her blade.
Chapter 243