When night completely enshrouded the camp, Ye Fan was still sitting on a green boulder. The Jiuxiao Huanpei in his palm emitted a faint golden glow, and the newly emerged pattern was slowly rotating with his breath. With every single rotation, the mountains and rivers within his Inner World grew a fraction clearer, to the point where even the morning dew condensing on the pine needles could be seen in the deepest recesses.
"Is Brother Ye tired?" Su Qingxue's voice, like silk dipped in honey, wrapped around him from behind. She had changed into a moon-white gauze skirt at some unknown point, and the jade hairpin inserted in her hair emitted a faint blue glow in the moonlight—crafted precisely from the Blue-Heart Herb Ye Fan had harvested from the apothecary the day before. Her fingertips were just about to brush the back of his neck when the Huanpei suddenly gave a soft chime, causing her hand to pause in mid-air, the corners of her eyes tilting upward in a playful curve. "This treasure is quite protective of its master."
"It's not protecting its master." Ye Fan lowered his gaze to stare at the Huanpei, his thumb gently stroking the new pattern. "It's guiding me to look inside."
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