When the white light of the teleporter faded, Ye Fan's boots touched the bluestone of the Ye Family's secret chamber in Qinglan City first. He reached back to steady the staggering Su Qingxue, his palm still tingling with the numbness of spatial compression from the teleportation—this was a safe house he had chosen specifically, hidden on the third underground level of the ancestral hall, an absolute secret spot unknown even to the elders of the Ye Family.
"Cough..." Lin Zhaoyue braced herself against the stone wall with her scabbard to catch her breath. When the teleporter's coordinates were altered earlier, she had forcefully stabilized everyone with her sword Qi, and the sword wound on her left shoulder had begun to bleed again, blooming an dark red stain on her moon-white robe.
Chǔ Hóngzhuāng's Golden Gu suddenly darted out from her hair, circling the gemstone in Ye Fan's palm three times. Its silver-bell-like chirping carried a hint of excitement, which actually managed to amuse Su Qingxue, who was currently untying her hair ribbon: "Little Gold is even more impatient than us."
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