The morning mist had not yet fully dispersed, and the embers of the campfires along the edge of the camp still glowed with a dark red light. Ye Fan stood upon a Blue Stone Slab moistened by the dew, the Star Map upon the Jiuxiao Huanpei at his waist pulsing in time with his breath.
He gazed at the residual stone fragments clinging to Su Qingxue’s hair—traces left behind when the underground palace collapsed—and involuntarily recalled the clearly visible mole on the bridge of her nose just before his junior brother had pierced his heart in their past life. "Everyone, come over." Ye Fan’s voice was as gentle as a mountain breeze, yet it caused the four people who were busy packing their gear to halt their movements in unison.
Su Qingxue was the first to approach, her fingertips seemingly still lingering with the aftertaste of "Ambush from Ten Sides". She raised a hand to gently brush the stone dust from Ye Fan’s shoulder, the corners of her eyes lifting slightly. "Is Young Master Ye finally going to lay his cards on the table?" With a light flick of her wide sleeves, a nearly imperceptible trace of poisonous mist dissipated into the air—even in the presence of those closest to her, a assassin's instincts never truly vanished.
Chapter 256