The tremor in the fissure finally weakened, like a giant beast yawning and temporarily halting its charge. Ye Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his thumb brushing across the spine of the Starfall Sword—the newly added nick pressed against his skin, sending a sharp sting through him.
Behind him came Su Qingxue's low sigh. He turned his head just in time to see her holding a flute broken into two halves, silver thread winding bright, delicate scraps around her fingertips. "This is the third one." When she raised her eyes, the corners were flushed red, yet she smiled with a bewitching allure. "Once we get out of this ghost place, Young Master Ye had better buy me a new jade flute."
"Ten of them," Ye Fan answered readily, his gaze falling instead upon the cluster of light atop the stone platform. The "sun" encased in crystal had now dimmed its sharp edge somewhat, yet it still swirled with fine wisps of spiritual energy, bearing a striking resemblance to the embryonic form of the "Heavenly Dao Seed" he had seen in his past life.
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