As the sound of the light river outside the cave gradually subsided, Ye Fan was the first to notice the vibrations along the cave walls fading away. With his fingertips pressed against the damp rock, the heat from the tiny seed in his Inner World crawled up his meridians, making the skin at the nape of his neck prickle—this was the exact warning sign he had experienced before his fall in his past life, indicating that the crisis was far from over.
"Sister Xue, can you still walk?" He turned sideways, the firelight catching the tear mole at the corner of Su Qingxue's eye, making it appear a bruised blue. The black blood she had just coughed up still stained her collar, looking like an indelible smudge of ink.
Su Qingxue twitched the corner of her mouth, spinning her short flute in her palm. The pale purple mist overflowing from the flute's holes wrapped around her wrist. "The poison hasn't penetrated too deeply. You lead the way."
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