Outside the cave, the black mist rolled back toward the depths of the fissure like a receding tide, revealing a grayish-blue stone tablet washed clean of its stains. Faint, ghostly blue light pulsed along the carvings on the tablet's surface, writhing like a living creature as it traced the engraved lines, striking a subtle chord with the fractures on the sealing scroll clutched in Ye Fan's arms.
"Let's move." Ye Fan propped himself against the cave wall and got to his feet, his thumb brushing away the undried blood at the corner of his mouth. In his Inner World, only a puddle the size of a palm remained in the Golden Fluid Pool, and the new shoots on the old peach tree drooped despondently, but his pupils were brighter than ever. When the black mist had retreated just now, he had clearly seen the runes at the very base of the stone tablet glowing—that was the position of the "Guide" from his memories of a past life.
Su Qingxue was the first to support his arm. A crack on her short flute crawled from the tail to the middle, leaving only half a plum blossom of the dark Hanmei Pavilion pattern. Her fingertips brushed across the back of his hand, her body warmth passing through her thin calluses: "Your internal breath is as chaotic as a stirred-up pool."
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