The moment the black mist receded, a trace of blood rose to the back of Ye Fan's throat. He pressed a hand against the Golden Fluid Pool within his Inner World, clearly sensing that the pool water was evaporating at a visible rate. Just now, when that pitch-black shadow had writhed, wrapped in sheets of light, it had been silently draining the energy of heaven and earth from inside his body.
"A-Ye?" Su Qingxue's fingertips lightly brushed the back of his hand. She had just finished expelling the poison from Lin Zhaoyue, and the silver needle was still stuck in her palm. Her knuckles were bruised and pale from exertion, yet she still spared three parts of her warmth to check his pulse. "Has your Inner World been injured again?"
Ye Fan shook his head, turning his hand over to clasp her slightly cool fingers. Su Qingxue's short flute was still tucked at her waist, the dark plum blossom patterns brushing against the web of his thumb, carrying a familiar medicinal fragrance—it was the new batch of poison-avoidance powder she had brewed, specially mixed with peach blossom honey. "The old peach tree has sprouted new buds," he said softly, his thumb rubbing the red mark left on her wrist by the black mist. "It's a good thing."
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