The sound of the river of light outside the cave suddenly weakened, as if an invisible hand had snapped the strings of a zither. Ye Fan's Starfall Sword, pressed against the cave wall, was the first to react—the vibration of the blade gradually subsided, and the originally scorching Starfall Seal cooled down by a few degrees.
He listened intently for a moment, and when he turned his head, he saw Su Qingxue wiping the bloodstains off her short flute with a handkerchief. The blood-stained handkerchief cast a dark purple hue in the darkness. Lin Zhaoyue's iron sword was still held horizontally across her chest, its five notches looking like five ferocious scars in the firelight. Chǔ Hóngzhuāng curled up in the corner, the Silver Gu on her fingertips slowly stretching out, while the Golden Gu shrank to the size of a rice grain, resting and trembling softly on her collarbone. Qín Wǎnshuāng leaned against the cave wall, closing her eyes to regulate her breathing. The two halves of her broken array flag were crudely tied together with red thread, and the fractured edges still shimmered with a charred, dark light.
"The commotion has stopped." Ye Fan extinguished the fire starter, his voice deeper than usual in the darkness. "Let's go outside and take a look."
Chapter 310